Hello again, guys. I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things now that the kids are back to school. Hope you are too? I’m just popping in to give you a little taster of what Adie’s been up to this week…
“Take me home,” she demands sulkily for a second time. This is the point where there is a very real chance I’m about to get dumped just before the going gets good. The trick is to always have a little leverage on your partner. She’s good at the game. She used it expertly on me at dinner, else we wouldn’t be here now. The reason she’s upset is because she hasn’t gotten her own way and losing control scares her. It isn’t because she doesn’t want to have sex with me. She’s been banging on that door for weeks, and now that I’ve finally given in, she thinks I’ll dance to her tune. I have news for her. I’m not that guy, and I never will be.
“Fine,” I say, with a bored sigh. “If that’s what you want, I’ll take you home – but it will come with consequences. My resignation will be on your desk first thing tomorrow and with any luck we’ll never have to cross paths ever again. It’s probably about time I had a change of scenery, anyway.” This is my leverage. If I disappear, she’s about to lose the best operative that she has, and there won’t be anyone to go up against Leader – not if they want to come out alive, anyway.
Elizabeth’s head spins around in shock. Her eyes are so wide, they could swallow a couple of black holes. “Are you seriously pulling that card on me?” she barks at me.
“Yep. I seriously am,” I say, pulling into my drive. I’ve driven out of town this evening to one of the properties I’ve inherited from my brother. It’s a nice little pad in the country, not far from Windsor. I regularly wave to the Queen on my way past. I decided to come here tonight because the neighbors at my apartment get twitchy when they hear screams.
“You wouldn’t,” she replies, her eyes narrowing. Oh, I absolutely would.
“Try me,” I say, with a spin of my tires on gravel as I pull up sideways in front of the house. It’s a particularly hard manoeuvre to accomplish, especially considering the car that I’m driving, but I made a tolerable job of it. “You’re probably a lousy fuck, anyway,” I say under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear.
Jumping out of the car, I then race towards my front door, so I can get the key in the lock before she tries to tear my eyes out. I really don’t want to do this on the front porch. If either of us fall on the marble steps, it’s going to hurt and I have a feeling this could get messy.
Inserting the key into the lock, I get the door halfway open before I’m trying to wrestle a she-cat with viciously sharp claws. Thank fuck I didn’t take her back to my apartment. Mrs Yarrow, across the hall, already has enough to gossip about with adding this to her list.
My number one priority, when Elizabeth comes at me, is to defend my honor. This basically means she can’t be allowed to win. My number two priority, is making sure I don’t get kneed in the balls again because they’ve only just recovered from the last time. Obviously, that’s the first tactic she tries, and I’m beginning to wonder whether there’s a worldwide conspiracy to try and prevent me siring any children in the near future. Thankfully, I manage to dodge out of the way just in time, and, grabbing the offending knee, I then use my left leg to take her remaining foot out from underneath her. She flies to the floor in a disgruntled heap, her skirt riding up around her thighs, while she scrabbles to get out of my grasp. Yeah, there’s no way I’m allowing that to happen.
“Calm down,” I say, laughing. “I promise you’ll be enjoying yourself in a minute.” This is as good as painting a red target on my forehead because Elizabeth then screams, and launches herself at me, burying us both in a flying heap of arms, legs, and annoying clothes.
It doesn’t take long for a winner to emerge. In less than ten seconds, I come out victorious, pinning her arms behind her head on the floor, as I sit astride her body. She tries to shake me off, twisting herself underneath me, but I don’t budge. I’m too heavy, and she’s not strong enough to take me on. In any case, as much as I’m enjoying this, it’s time to put an end to it. If we’re to have some fun this evening, I need to calm the boss lady down.
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