It’s A Man’s World. Polly Courtney

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СКАЧАТЬ I’ll do it. I’ll set up your meetings, no problem. I just meant, generally, we don’t have much admin.’

      Alexa smiled. ‘Great. Thanks.’

      She was about to set off on an introductory tour of the office when something occurred to her.

      ‘Sienna?’

      The girl looked up with a fake, breezy smile. ‘Mmm?’

      ‘Can you please thank whoever gave me my gift?’ She nodded to the giant dildo on the window sill.

      Sienna glanced sideways at Derek, then back at the pasty-faced redhead, both of whom were pretending not to be listening.

      ‘Sure,’ she said, with another false smile. ‘I’ll pass it on.’

      Chapter 5

      ‘Just remember, don’t mention my job.’

      Matt rolled his eyes, glancing sideways through a wisp of blond hair as they waited for the lights.

      ‘Sorry.’ Alexa waited for him to look round again, so she could show him how grateful she was for putting up with her neuroticism today, but the lights were about to change and Matt was clearly intent on making a quick getaway. Not that any getaway was ever slow in the Aston Martin DB9.

      The lights went green and Alexa’s head jerked back against the seat. She wondered what her parents would think when they saw the car. Her mother would instantly want to know one thing: was it paid for with earnings or family money? She would probably spend the whole afternoon trying to work it out. Her father would probably pretend not to care, while secretly yearning for a ride. Maybe Alexa would engineer some sort of outing for Matt and her father, if the opportunity arose. That might give her a chance to break the news to her mother about the job, too.

      ‘Why are you so stressed, anyway?’

      ‘I’m not stressed.’

      Matt gave a half-smile and put his foot down, propelling them onto the motorway.

      Alexa closed her eyes, feeling slightly sick. Annoyingly, Matt was right. She felt stressed. It was partly the new job, but mainly, she knew, it was the prospect of telling her parents about the new job.

      ‘You’re jiggling,’ he pointed out.

      Alexa looked down at her bare knees and clamped them together, forcing the involuntary movement to stop.

      ‘Why is it such an issue, telling your folks?’

      Alexa shrugged. ‘It’s just . . .’ She tried to think of a way of putting it. ‘They’re quite old-fashioned.’

      ‘So? Shock them. No big deal.’

      She said nothing. Matt hadn’t met her parents. He hadn’t met her mother, or witnessed the power that she still exerted over her daughter. To be fair, it was Alexa’s fault that Matt didn’t understand. She was the one who had put off the introduction for so long. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her boyfriend. Nor was she ashamed of her parents – despite her mother’s overbearing manner and embarrassingly loud voice. No, she was ashamed of herself and the crushing sense of impending failure she felt every time she saw her mother. She knew how absurd it would seem to a handsome, confident city lawyer that a twenty-nine year old woman still lived by her mother’s rule book and that was why it had taken seven months for her to summon the courage.

      ‘Would it be better if I wasn’t here?’ asked Matt.

      ‘Of course not!’ Alexa recoiled at the thought. ‘That’s the whole point of the barbecue. Mum and Dad want to meet you. Anyway, I want them to meet you. I think Mum’s worried I might be gay.’

      Matt whipped round, his blue eyes squinting at her in the sunlight. ‘Why would she think that?’

      Alexa forced a shrug, wishing she hadn’t said anything. ‘I dunno.’

      She did know, but she wasn’t going to tell him.

      Matt accelerated up the slip road and onto the dual carriageway that led to her parents’ village. He still looked perplexed.

      For a moment, Alexa considered explaining the truth – that he was the first boyfriend to meet her parents, the first to make it past the two-month mark. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Again, it was something she couldn’t explain – not just because she didn’t want to ruin her chances with Matt but because she didn’t know. She was as keen as her mother was to work out why her relationships had never lasted more than a few weeks in the past.

      It wasn’t that Alexa chose to break up; she didn’t get through men in the same way that Kate did. This was something that happened to her. It was like a recurring nightmare, always ending the same way: a note or a text message or a painful conversation to say, ‘it’s not working out.’ Never a full explanation, never an opportunity to patch things up.

      Alexa reached out and touched the sun-bleached hairs on Matt’s forearm, stroking it as he changed down a gear to turn into Elm Rise. This time, there would be no note or text message or painful conversation. This time, it was going to last.

      The satnav was lost, she noted, smiling. There was no reception of any kind in the village. Usually, that annoyed her, but today it seemed like a blessing. Her mother thought Alexa’s BlackBerry addiction was bad, but she hadn’t seen Matt’s.

      They drew up outside the pebbledash exterior of number twelve.

      ‘So.’ Matt turned to her. ‘If in doubt, talk Girl Guides or band camp, right?’

      Alexa smiled. He had obviously been listening. Her mother was involved in just about every community activity within a twenty-mile radius of the village: Averley Youth Club, the Green Streets project, North Surrey YMCA, Kids’ Canoe Club and the local nature reserve. And those were just the ones that Alexa could remember. She secretly wondered whether her mother was attempting to fulfil her own ambitions through the members of her various groups in the same way she had done with Alexa.

      ‘I don’t think there’s a band camp, but I may be wrong.’

      ‘Can’t hurt to ask.’ Matt pulled on the handbrake, smiling. Then he placed a hand on her thigh, pinned her back against the seat and gave her a quick, hard kiss. ‘You should wear dresses more often,’ he said, glancing down at her legs before swinging himself out of the car.

      The front door opened before they’d even reached the garden gate. Alexa’s mother had clearly been waiting.

      ‘Hi!’ she cried, at a volume that might, thought Alexa, feeling anxious and paranoid, have been more for the benefit of alerting the neighbours to the expensive car than for greeting them. Averley was a reasonably affluent village, but nobody here drove an Aston Martin.

      Alexa raised her right hand, feeling grateful for Matt’s hot, strong grip around her left. Her mother had had her hair done for the occasion, she noted, taking in the flash of auburn between the wands of wisteria around the door.

      ‘How are you, darling?’ cooed her mother, before they had even made contact. ‘And you must be Matthew? Lovely to meet you! Did you have a good journey?’ There was the briefest of pauses for air-kissing. СКАЧАТЬ