Page 31 of Avoiding Temptation
“I really hope this helps in the long run, Jodi,” I whispered to myself and got everything I’d seen and felt into the email in the hope that her life can turn a corner because of it.
Pulling my coat tighter around myself, I turn to look to my right. There’s a white van idling on the double yellow lines out the front of the building. My heart jumps into my throat. He’s waiting for me?
He’s staring down at his phone so misses the fact I’ve left the building. Without putting much thought into it, I bolt left and hope I’m lost in the crowd.
I race towards the tube, my entire body shaking with adrenaline.
The easiest thing to do would be to get into his van again. But it’s dangerous. He’s waiting for me right out the front of where I work. The very last place we need to be caught together. Not that there will be a chance of us being caught together, because there won’t be a next time.
It’s not until I’m locked in my flat that I relax. After placing the basket on my coffee table, I shrug off my coat and pull my boots from my legs. I find the spaghetti I ordered over the weekend and set about making myself some dinner.
While I’m waiting for it to cook, I have a moment of weakness and pull my phone from my bag.
Twenty-four emails.
Twenty-fucking-four.
No wonder he was waiting outside. He probably wanted to make sure I was still alive.
I ignore the first twenty-three and open the last one.
To: Quinn Smith
From: Tatstwatsandarseholes
Subject: Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou Juliet
Dear Miss Smith
I sincerely apologise if I’ve done something to upset you.
I want to make it up to you.
Your carriage awaits...
Yours,
Mr. Kingsman
Checkingthe time of the email, I see that he sent it only five minutes before I saw him. I wonder if he’s still there waiting for me? Or worse, would Eddie have seen him, or will he come here next?
Deciding the best outcome would be if I replied and stopped him turning up here, I start typing.
To:Tatstwatsandarseholes
From: Quinn Smith
Subject: Not meant to be...
Dear Mr. Kingsman,
Thank you for the gift basket. It is beautiful. I’m sorry, but this Juliet isn’t to be rescued. Best we leave it now before the tragic ending.
Regards,
Miss Smith
I let outa giant sigh and drop my phone onto the sofa beside me. Really, those words are the last ones I want to say to him. In reality, I want to be begging him to come over here and keep me safe, but that’s both unfair on him and the beginning of the end of my career.
