Thanks! Was just about to hunt down the bleach!
My Hot Boyfriend
Knew it!
Better go.
Me
Okay. Have a great day! xx
My Hot Boyfriend
You too! xx
I floated to work. With the paps leaving us alone, I was able to make my own way to the office.
Even when I had to squeeze onto a packed Tube and my head got stuffed under someone’s smelly armpit, it didn’t bother me like it usually would.
‘Morning!’ I chirped as I stepped into the office. ‘Beautiful day, isn’t it?’
Trudy glanced outside, taking in the dark skies and rain lashing against the window, and frowned.
‘Er, no. It’s pissing down with rain. Ohhh… you’re being sarcastic!’
‘I wasn’t, actually. It is a beautiful day!’ I smiled and my chest bloomed. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this happy.
‘So, tell me! How was the interview? Did you nail it?’
‘I wouldn’t say I nailed it, exactly, but it went okay.’
I filled her in on everything, including the annoying Mr Morgan and the fact that I’d hopefully hear whether I’d reached the finals soon.
‘And how was Liam?’
‘Yeah, great!’ A memory of his head between my legs flashed into my mind and my whole body sparked. Oh crap. Trudy was talking about the interview, not his talented mouth, hands and dick. ‘He put on a brilliant performance.’
He definitely did…
‘Glad it went well. When you didn’t reply to my texts, I got worried.’
‘Sorry. I was… busy…’
‘After the interview? Doing what?’
I quickly walked to the filing cabinets at the far end of the office, which considering how sore I was from last night wasn’t easy.
Facing the wall, I pretended to rifle through some files. I had the feeling Trudy was going to start asking questions. If she took one look at my face, she’d know something happened and start saying I told you so.
‘Just… stuff.’
I really wished that I could lie off the top of my head.
‘You okay? What’s wrong with your leg? You’re walking funny.’
Trudy was like one of those police dogs. She could smell if something wasn’t right.
‘Nothing!’ I squeaked.