Page 49 of A Fighter’s Love

As the items went through the check-out a sense of newness and wonder filled her. For so long she’d been a meal-for-one girl. Now here she was purchasing the ingredients for a hearty three-course for three people. She was truly lucky.

She opted for a taxi home. She didn’t fancy the Tube laden with shopping bags, plus she wanted to make sure she had time to get herself ready.

The sun had sunk below her apartment building when she arrived. The air was still and warm and children played on scooters on the pavement outside. She smiled and dodged them, then rode the elevator. Her mind was full of what to wear. Should she opt for a summery dress? But what if it got cool later and was that sexy enough? Perhaps jeans and a silky top. It was just dinner at someone’s home after all.

As she stepped onto her level she hesitated. A package sat outside her front door. No, it wasn’t a package. It was a bunch of flowers.

For her?

She smiled. Had Dale and Jackson spoiled her?

She hurried up to them, noting they were a selection of burnt orange and coffee-colored geraniums. Not particularly summery, given the time of year. Wrapped in black tissue paper and clear cellophane a couple of the heads had snapped off.

Jenny plucked a white card from the center and flipped it over.

Jenny

It’s time to end this nonsense. I want you back.

Billy

PS - I forgive you for the other man.

“Of all the fucking cheek…” She shook her head and stared at the sprawling writing. He just couldn’t get it into his head they were over. What more could she do? Hadn’t she been clear enough?

Yes. She had. Crystal clear.

She grabbed the flowers and let herself into her apartment. Kicking the door closed, she stomped into the kitchen. As she passed the bin she shoved the flowers into it, heads first. There was no way the ugly things would enjoy a vase. They must have been the absolute cheapest he could find, likely in a sale pot as they were nearly dead anyway.

The same state as their relationship—dead.

Jenny wasn’t sure if she was more cross Billy thought he could demand she go back to him, or the fact he’d ruined her blissfully good mood. But banging about the kitchen wasn’t helping, so she paused what she was doing, pulled in a deep breath and closed her eyes.

He has no hold on me.

With effort, she imagined all the tension leaving her body, flowing down her arms and leaving her fingertips. Seeping down her legs, into her feet then being absorbed by the flooring. There was no need to be stressed. She was okay, more than okay. Not only that, but she had a wonderful evening ahead of her.

When she opened her eyes, the room seemed brighter than it had, and luckily so did her mood.

She finished stacking the ingredients she’d need to make the meal at Dale’s, then ordered another cab for an hour’s time. She headed into her bedroom.

After stripping off her clothes she flicked on the shower. The water was cool and refreshing and she spent a few minutes enjoying being cocooned in its embrace.

Rubbing herself dry, she wondered if the evening would turn sexy again—if she’d get to see Dale and Jackson expressing their desire for each other. She’d adored seeing them kiss…what would it be like to see them do more?

She slathered mango-scented body butter onto her arms and legs. Would they be brave enough to touch each other’s cocks in front of her? Kiss more than mouths? Fuck?

Of course they will.

But as she rubbed cream onto her breasts, she wasn’t so sure. Up until now the men had had a very hushed, secretive relationship. Perhaps they weren’t ready to let her into their private moments.

She pulled on underwear—red lace—and frowned. She’d been laid bare before them, completely exposed physically and emotionally. Of course she’d had a choice, she could have said no. But she hadn’t, she’d been ready to be vulnerable and intimate with them.

Were they ready to go the whole way with her?

A black silky blouse called to her, one she’d bought a few years ago and never worn. She slipped it on, enjoying the feel of the cool material on her warm skin.

The snippets of information she knew about Sian filled her mind. From what she’d gathered Sian had two bisexual men in her life and in her bed. Surely she’d seen them at it. Surely they all ended up in a tangle of sweaty sex where anything went.

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