Page 88 of The Wake-Up Call

“Tell me toFuck right off, Lucas, and I’m gone,” I whisper, dipping my mouth to hover above the soft, secret place on her neck that I learned about last night. “Tell me you’re done with me.”

“I’m...”

She doesn’t finish. I reward the admission with a hot kiss to her cold skin, and she moans.

“What did you think would happen?” I repeat her question back to her, my mouth against her skin. “That we’d have sex and suddenly we’d be able to resist each other?”

The door to Opal Cottage slams and we move as one: she twists away from me as I push back from the tree, lunging for my umbrella when it slips from my hand.

“You tell Barclays they can shove it up their arses!” Barty shouts as he makes his way up the path. “Oh, hello, you two,” he says, rounding the corner and finding us hovering guiltily beneath the tree. “Off back to the hotel?”

“No, I’d better... I’ll...” Izzy’s cheeks are as pink as I’ve ever seen them. “I’m going that way,” she says, and heads off into the woods.

“Is she all right?” Barty says as we begin making our way back to the hotel.

I clear my throat, the heat in my body simmering down again. I don’t know quite what that was, underneath the oak tree, but there’s excitement singing through me now. Because it definitely wasn’t nothing. And after a day thinking I’ll never kiss Izzy again, not-nothing feels pretty incredible.

“She’s fine,” I say. “We were just arguing again.”

“Oh, you two,” Barty says, shaking his head. “Always at each other, aren’t you?”

I cough again. “Something like that, yes.”

Izzy

What is wrong with me?

The whole point of last night with Lucas was to stop stuff like this happening. By the time I get back to the hotel—via a cold, unnecessary detour into the woods—I am soaking, and Lucas is at the desk. He looks up at me, heavy eyed, amused. Despite the sobering walk in the forest, I’m warm again the moment his gaze meets mine.

“Shall I fetch you a towel, Izzy?” he asks.

“No,” I say stubbornly, dripping on the lobby carpet. “I’m fine.”

His lip quirks. He returns his gaze to the computer screen. “As you wish,” he says, as though he didn’t just pin me up against a tree and kiss my neck and make memelt.

Infuriating, bewildering robot-man.

I get changed in the spa area and manage to dodge Lucas for the rest of the day, but it does require ingenuity. At one point I have to pretend to get a cramp, and when Ollie asks me to take some tablecloths to Lucas, I end up asking Ruby Hedgers to do it for me. She informs me that this is child labour and tries to extort me for a lot of money; I only avoid a trip to court by giving her a packet of my candy kittens.

At least I’m getting somewhere with my ring. There’s one name on the list of guests that jumped out at me this week: Goldilocks. When a celebrity visits the hotel, they usually choose a pseudonym to check in under—only a few key members of staff will be aware of their identity. Goldilocks has pseudonym written all over it. Grilling everyone around the hotel about this takes up most of my afternoon, and is the perfect distraction.

“If I remembered who stayed here in 2019 under the name Goldilocks, Izzy,” Arjun says in exasperation after I pop into the kitchen to ask for a third time, “I would tell you purely to shut you up. You are like Izzy-on-crack today. What’s got you so wired?”

“Nothing!” I yelp, sliding down off the countertop and wishing my colleagues didn’t know mequiteso well.

Once I’m home and drying my wet uniform on the radiators, everything feels a lot simpler. I had a momentary relapse at Opal Cottage, that’s all. It was never going to be a clean-cut thing: find Lucas irresistible one moment, find him repulsive again the next. There was going to be a period of transition. I’m just in that. It’s no big deal.

Helloooo, comes a text from Sameera.We are wondering if you and Sexy Scowly Receptionist are going at it like rabbits now you’ve “broken the seal”? Hahaha! x

I chuck my phone across the room to the sofa and get back to drying clothes.Breaking the sealis not the thing here. It’s aboutgetting it out of the system. Honestly. What’s Sameera on about?

•••••

As I walk through the Winchester Christmas Market with Louis later that night, I take a deep, calming breath and pull myself together. The market is so cute that my cosy heart is about to explode. Warm spiced cider, the smell of dried oranges and eggnog, the sound of children laughing as they race between thestalls... It is one hundred per cent, double-shot cosiness. My perfect second date.

So why am I wishing I was somewhere else?

“It’s not as simple as whether I have the money to invest,” Louis is saying.

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