“Bye, El.” I hang up and practically float to the restaurant. I’m going out with God’s gift to women and he’s taking me to New York and he thinks I’m fucking fantastic.
Life is good.
I walk into the restaurant and look around. Elanor is sitting at the back and she smiles and waves as she sees me. I smile and wave and make my way to her.
“Hi.” She stands and kisses me on the cheek, holds me by the arms and looks me up and down. “You look fantastic.”
“Thanks.” I smile proudly—that would be all the orgasms. “So do you.”
I’m not lying, she really does. She’s wearing a fitted, cream woolen dress and knee-high boots. Elanor is a lot of things, but her beauty is unmatched.
“Sit down, sit down,” she says as she ushers me into my seat. “I ordered some wine.”
“I’m at work today.”
“One glass won’t hurt, darling.” She rolls her eyes as if I’m an idiot.
I fake a smile, ugh . . . here we go, Elanor and her condescending eye rolls.
She pours us both a glass of wine. “So . . .” She looks me up and down. “Why do you look so amazing, are you seeing someone?”
I beam with happiness. “I am, actually.”
“Hmm.” She sips her wine. “Well, happiness suits you. Anyone I know?”
I open my mouth to tell her who it is and then I shut it again. What if she blurts it out to the world? I’m sure she would know the same people that Elliot knows. But he did say he was my boyfriend?
Hmm, but he hasn’t announced anything yet. I’ll guess I’ll wait to tell her until I’ve spoken to him first. “Nobody you would know, just a guy from work,” I reply. Technically that is true. “What about you, are you seeing anyone?”
“No, I broke up with Frederick.”
I frown. “What happened to Alexander?”
“Oh.” She screws up her face. “I broke up with him months ago, he got so boring. When we had sex he would come in two minutes flat. I have needs that I’m not compromising on.”
Poor Alexander. I wonder if he knows she’s telling the world about his performance. Seriously . . . what a cold bitch. I take a big gulp of wine. Jeez. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
Don’t say it.
“Tell me, how’s that boss of yours doing. Elliot Miles, the gorgeous specimen.”
I cough as I choke. “What?” I wince.
“I’m in London for a few days, I might look him up.”
Horror runs through me. “Do you know him?”
“We’ve seen each other before, but no formal introduction. Although I’m making sure that changes.”
“He’s getting married,” I lie.
“And?”
“Well, he’s taken,” I scoff.
“Darling.” She smiles as if I’m stupid. “If I want Elliot Miles, I will take him from whoever I have to.”
I clench my jaw as fury runs through me. “You would actually stoop so low as to break up a happy relationship?”
“Of course, why not? I’ve done it before and I can do it again.” She casually sips her wine. “Where does he go out to? What clubs? What do you know?”
My angry heartbeat echoes through my ears. “I’m not sure.” I tip my head back and drain my glass.