It’s A Man’s World. Polly Courtney

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      Alexa knew that she had the upper hand, not only in that she had drunk fewer pints than the deputy editor, but in that she was right. On the TV, a slow-motion replay was indicating, quite clearly, that the Arsenal player had been hanging around by the goal, a long way from the nearest defender.

      Derek seemed unperturbed. ‘You’re a woman!’ he yelled. ‘You don’t even understand the offside rule!’

      Alexa caught Riz’s eye, incredulous. He nodded at the TV, where the referee was signalling for the goal to be disallowed.

      ‘That’s bollocks,’ Derek spat in Alexa’s direction as he turned, barging through the ring of onlookers and heading for the bar.

      Alexa stood for a moment, waiting for her reflexes to catch up with what had just happened. Adrenaline flooded her veins and she realised that her pint glass was shaking.

      ‘Wow,’ said Riz, softly. ‘You okay?’

      ‘Nice one!’ cried somebody behind her, more loudly.

      Alexa turned to see a pasty white face framed with ginger hair.

      ‘Good call,’ said Marcus. He was a Spurs fan, of course. ‘Very good call, Ms Long.’

      ‘What?’ Alexa frowned. That was the second time tonight she had heard that name.

      Riz leaned over, smiling apologetically. ‘It’s your nickname.’

      Alexa said it a few times in her head, rolling the words together. Ms Long. Alexa Long. AlexaLong.

      ‘Oh. Right.’

      The shaking began to subside. Alexa let out a shallow breath. For a nickname, she considered, it could have been worse – and besides, it wasn’t the nickname that mattered. What mattered was the fact that one of Derek’s disciples was standing in front of her, grinning from ear to ear and offering her another drink.

      Chapter 9

      ‘I thought Sienna and Derek were sleeping together,’ said Alexa, topping up Matt’s wine. ‘But then I heard a rumour that Sienna and Riz were an item, which just seems wrong. Riz is too straightforward. He’s . . . well, I just can’t see him getting involved with such a—’

      ‘Such a what?’ challenged Matt, as she faltered. ‘Go on, say it. Insult the poor girl.’

      Alexa shook her head. ‘Sorry. Slut, I was going to say.’

      She felt bad. Sienna hadn’t actually done anything to deserve such a name. It was just a combination of things. The way she dressed. The voice she used with the men. Her permanently puckered lips.

      ‘Anyway,’ she said, ‘I heard another rumour on Friday, that Sienna was sleeping with Marcus.’

      ‘Who’s Marcus?’

      ‘News editor. You know, the one I told you about. Piggy-eyed, ginger guy. I’d be surprised if anyone wanted to sleep with him, to be honest.’

      Matt raised an eyebrow, pushing the remains of his prawn cocktail away. ‘I hope nobody says that about me.’

      Alexa rolled her eyes. She hadn’t asked, but she was willing to bet that Matt had never been turned down by anyone. Even first thing in the morning, he was irresistible – as she had discovered on New Year’s Day, nearly eight months ago. Alexa had woken in Kate’s spare bed with a crick in her neck as a result of Matt’s arm around her. She still remembered the look of surprise in his sleepy blue eyes, mirroring her own as they woke up and started to recall what had happened – still felt a rush of excitement when she pictured the scene.

      ‘Have you told your parents yet?’

      Alexa emerged from her daydream. ‘I’ve decided . . . I’m not going to.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Well, it’s only a short-term contract. They wouldn’t approve; they’d never see things from my point of view. There’s no need to tell them.’

      ‘Well . . .’ Matt looked at her, slowly shaking his head in bewilderment. ‘It’s up to you, I suppose.’

      They sipped their wine in silence. Alexa felt angry, all of a sudden. She resented the way Matt judged her relationship with her parents. He couldn’t possibly know how it felt to be constantly striving to live up to her mother’s standards. He didn’t understand how appalled they would be to discover that their daughter was working for Banter. He just didn’t get it.

      ‘It is up to me,’ she declared, ‘and I’ve made up my mind. I just have to hit the fifty-four million, then I’m out of there.’

      Matt nodded, leaning back to allow the waiter to remove his debris.

      Alexa sat, staring into her expensive glass of wine, waiting for some kind of reaction to the mention of her ambitious target and realising, as the seconds passed, that she wasn’t going to get one. Deep down, she wanted Matt to be impressed by the scale of the task she had undertaken. He knew that Banter’s current revenues were only thirty-two million. The next eight months weren’t going to be easy. But Matt didn’t seem to care.

      She took a large sip of wine and watched as the main courses were slid onto the table. It was becoming evident that the boutique Mayfair hotel specialised in exotic cuisine of miniature proportions. Alexa’s plate, despite being one of the largest she had ever eaten off, was almost entirely empty. In the centre sat a twisted, glazed noodle and three slim, perfectly formed slivers of duck.

      ‘Bon appétit,’ said Matt, eyeing his steak with glee. He seemed to have ordered the only dish on the menu that came in a standard size.

      Alexa busied herself dissecting the duck, trying not to let her frustration show. What she wanted, desperately, was to find out what Matt really thought of her job at Banter. She had noticed that whenever conversation turned to her work then something changed in him. He became curt, indifferent. He would feign interest, but Alexa often got the impression he was thinking about something else.

      She moved on to her second sliver of duck, her frustration finally winning over her composure.

      ‘You’re not interested, are you?’ Alexa looked at him. ‘You think my job’s a waste of time.’

      Matt stopped chewing, recoiling in surprise. ‘Why d’you say that?’

      ‘It just seems as though you don’t really care.’ Alexa waited for him to meet her eye. ‘I guess it’s just loose change, for you . . . child’s play.’

      ‘No.’ Matt seemed genuinely surprised. ‘No. That’s not true. Fifty-two million is fifty-two million. That’s not child’s play.’

      ‘It’s fifty-four million.’

      ‘Sorry.’ Matt flinched. ‘That’s what I meant.’

      Alexa took a deep breath. She didn’t want to come across as a psychopathic workaholic but she really, really wanted to know why Matt seemed so disinterested in the things that occupied her mind for half of her waking hours. It was СКАЧАТЬ