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She pretends to zip her mouth up. “Strictly confidential.”
I mirror her gesture, laughing. “Yep. Strictly confidential.”
“You should be mega proud of yourself, Ells. That kind of proposal doesn’t come easy.”
“I just hope it comes again.”
“Just give me one little snippet of info,” she says. “Did you tap out?”
“Nope,” I tell her. “I completed every single second.”
I resist the urge to sing the Rocky theme, but she does it for me. She does it with such gusto that I have to laugh, even though it makes my bashed-up tits hurt.
“Judging by the state of your butt bruises, I’d say another proposal is pretty much guaranteed,” she says when she’s done.
Josh sighs. “Shame I’ll never get a go at it. Lucky cows.”
Tiff pokes her tongue out at him. “See if you’d be saying that with a fistful of nettles up your asshole.”
He laughs. “I’m sure I’d manage, thanks very much.”
Judging by the glint in his eyes, I’m sure he would, too. But will I? Seriously? Guess I’ll find out.
It’s three days after the proposal when I’m fully up and about again, moving freely, albeit still a mass of bruises. It’s good timing, since we’re heading out for the evening to meet up with a load of Agency friends for a knees-up. Ha. What a pun.
Eb is going to be there and Harlot and Bodica, as well as a guy called Devon and one called Cain – all of which I met at the Christmas party. Bodica is bringing a couple of ex-entertainers she still hangs out with, and there are a few newbies joining us as well, apparently. Lochlan and Mack. I wonder what they’re going to make of the rest of us. I remember how nervous I was when I first stepped into the foray of entertainers for real.
I hope it’s as great an experience for them as it was for me.
Josh has booked a big table on the upper balcony of the Mulberry – the centre of my world now that Camden and its goth vibe is off the table. Afterwards, I’m sure we’ll be heading out clubbing, but I’m not going over to Camden, even if Tiff tries to drag me on a leash. I’m not up to another face off with the duo of doom just yet. I’ve been trying to keep the whole sorry experience from my mind.
Josh hasn’t heard from Carly since the meal at his parents, but he doesn’t seem all that concerned about her. Yet. He’s sent her a few messages, and they’ve been delivered, but not read. He gives a sarcastic roll of the eyes whenever I mention her name, but I do keep mentioning it, because it’s so wank that he’s been caught up in the crossfire. He’s the real innocent party in all of this.
“She’ll come around,” he says. “As per usual, everyone else is at fault, I’m sure. She and her twin flame will have been put in such a terrible situation, and it will be me who should have been more careful. She can suck on it until she quits with the melodrama. She’s not a toddler, she just likes to act like one.”
I can nod my head as much as I like, but I can’t help but suspect that the little cow may have been getting a little encouragement on that front, though. I wonder if Connor has been feeding her bullshit about the whole sorry scenario behind the scenes. I wouldn’t put it past him. I wouldn’t put anything past him, in fact. Luckily, it seems the need for a relationship with Carly is enough leverage for me to keep his balls in line, and he can fuck off with interfering in mine.
Good riddance is all I can say, yet again.
I put on a deep red dress for the Mulberry tonight, with a high neck for once, to hide my leftover bruises. I curl my hair and do my usual catflicks with a shade of lipstick that matches my dress. And as for Josh – he makes me laugh when he steps out of the bedroom in a burgundy suit, almost exactly the same shade as my outfit. He does a walk like he’s on a catwalk, then straightens his jet-black tie, and puts a hand on his hip.
“I think people will tell we’re a couple a mile off, don’t you?”
I’m still giggling as I answer him. “Um, we look like a performing duo. I could be your magician’s sidekick on stage.”
“Interesting choice of words.”
He steps up close while I’m finishing up my mascara, and rests his hands on my shoulders, leaning in so his mouth is by my ear. The sight of his gorgeous face in the mirror is crazy good, the butterflies never stop, but tonight the flutters are especially alive.
“Funny you should mention a performing duo, actually,” he says. “Because it might be quite relevant.”
“Relevant? Why? Have you been learning magic tricks while I’ve been sleeping or something?”
“Not exactly, no.” He reaches into his pocket for his phone, and I take hold of it once I’ve put my mascara back in my makeup case.
“I’ve been approached about a joint proposal,” he says. “One of my regulars wants a taste of pussy for a change. He’s offered a double up.”
“A double up?”
