Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Chapter 19
Jesse skids to a halt outside The Manor where John is waiting for us on the steps. There are only a few cars, mine included. I forgot it was here.
‘Come on. I want to get done and get home so I can have a few hours of you all to myself.’ He grasps my hand and leads on.
‘Take me home now then.’ I grumble, earning myself a mild scowl.
‘I’m ignoring you.’ he mutters.
‘Ava,’ John nods as we pass, and then follows us in.
‘Is everything okay?’ Jesse asks as he leads me to the bar. It’s empty, except for the staff flying around in a fluster. He sits me down on a barstool and takes one opposite me, resting my hand in his lap. I spot Mario polishing the optics.
‘S’all good,’ John rumbles. ‘Caterers are in the kitchen and the band will be here at five to set up. Sarah has it all under control.’ He waves Mario over, and I bristle at the mention of her name.
‘Great, where is she?’ Jesse asks.
‘She’s in your office sorting out the gift bags.’
Gift bags? What would you put in a gift bag for a party at a sex club? Oh God, I don’t even want to know.
Mario approaches and swings his tea towel over his shoulder. His warm smile makes me return one automatically. He is the sweetest man.
‘Do you want a drink?’ Jesse squeezes my hand in his lap.
‘Just some water, please.’
‘Make that two, Mario,’ He turns back to me. ‘What would you like to eat?’
Well, that’s easy. ‘Steak,’ I say all wide eyed and enthusiastically. That was the best steak I’ve ever had.
He smiles. ‘Mario, tell Pete we’ll have the steak twice with new potatoes and salad, both medium. We’ll eat at the bar.’
‘Of course, Mr Ward.’ Mario chirps happily, placing two bottles of water and a glass on the bar.
‘Are you happy to stay here while I go and check on a few things?’ Jesse asks as he drops my hand in his lap and takes a bottle, pouring some water into my glass.
I arch an eyebrow at him. ‘Are you going to have Mario guard me?’
‘No,’ he says slowly, flicking a cautious eye at me. I hear John’s low rumbling laugh. ‘There’s no need now, is there?’
‘I suppose not,’ I shrug and look around the bar. ‘Where is everyone?’
He stands and places my hand in my own lap. ‘We close during the day on anniversary night. There’s a lot to get ready.’ He kisses my forehead and picks up his own bottle of water. ‘John?’
‘Ready when you are.’ John replies.
He brushes a hair away from my face. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can. Are you sure you’re okay here?’
‘I’m fine.’ I shoo him away.
They leave me at the bar among the chaos of staff, frantically polishing glasses and restocking the fridges. I feel like I should help, but then I hear my phone shouting from my bag and I pull it out, finding Ruth Quinn’s name illuminating my screen. I should let it go to voicemail, it is my day off, but this could be my opportunity to get out of drinks with her.
‘Hi, Ruth.’
‘Ava, how are you?’
She’s so friendly – too friendly. ‘I’m good, and you?’
‘Lovely. I received your fee structure and designs. They’re wonderful!’
‘I’m glad you like them, Ruth.’ Her enthusiasm will be a pleasure to work with, I suppose
‘So, now you’ve shown me how amazing my dire downstairs can look, I’m eager to start.’
‘Okay, well if you could settle the consultation fee, I’m assuming you’ve received the invoice, then we can crack on.’
‘Yes, I did. I’ll sort a transfer. Do you have the company bank details?’ she asks.
‘I don’t, Ruth. Could I ask you to ring the office? It’s my day off so I can’t lay my hands on them at the moment.’
‘Oh? I’m sorry. I didn’t realise.’
‘It’s okay, Ruth. It was a last minute thing. It’s not a problem, really.’ I assure her.
‘Are you doing anything nice?’ she enquires.
I smile. ‘Yes, I am, actually. Just some quality time with my boyfriend.’ That sounds weird.
‘Oh.’
Silence falls down the phone. ‘Ruth? Are you there?’ I glance at my phone to see if my service has dropped. It hasn’t. ‘Hello?’
‘Yes, sorry. It’s just that you said there was no man.’ She laughs.
‘No man trouble. I meant to say there’s no man trouble.’
‘I see! Well, I’ll let you get back to your quality time.’
‘Thank you. I’ll call you next week and we can proceed.’
‘Great. Bye, Ava.’ She hangs up, and I instantly realise that I didn’t pull out of drinks. She didn’t confirm either, though.
I put my phone back in my bag and spot Mario on his way over with a box full of cocktail ingredients and fresh fruit. ‘Ava, are you well?’
‘I’m very well, Mario. And you?’