Freya North 3-Book Collection: Love Rules, Home Truths, Pillow Talk. Freya North

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      ‘You are joking?’ Thea gasped. ‘Blimey! Talk about scandal – outrageous!’

      ‘And I shagged our guide.’

      ‘What?!’

      Alice bit her lip, glanced away and then dragged sheepish but sparkling eyes back to Thea. ‘This absolutely gorgeous bloke called Paul,’ Alice confessed, her brow furrowed above her excited whisper, ‘divine looking – the sort of physique you see on a Calvin Klein underwear ad. Incredibly handsome – half French, half Australian – a real mountain-climbing, nature-loving, sex-god stereotype. Bit of a toyboy actually – not even thirty. Does the ski season half the year. Anyway, so we’re in the cathedral – cathédrale – and there’s this thrustingly sexy rhythmic music and all these images of Africa. And Paul and I have been flirting since I arrived and it’s obvious he fancies me. And I don’t mind saying it made me feel really fantastic. What a boost – attention like that can certainly restore a girl’s pout and wiggle! So, there I am, walking around this quarry with the sights and sounds of Africa and watching my colleagues dancing. It’s like everyone was stoned (stoned? Quarry? Do you see!). Anyway, suddenly Paul’s there – there’s been all this chemistry, days of lingering looks and lip licking and brushing past each other accidentally-on-purpose. And he’s there, Thea, right up against me. And he just starts fondling me and snogging me. Real snogging – like we used to do at teenage discos. Greedy, lust-drenched tonguing and groping. It was incredible.’

      ‘What?’

      Alice regarded Thea. ‘Then I shagged him!’ Immediately, she covered her face with her hands and groaned.

      ‘Alice! You did what?’

      Alice peeped at Thea through the cage of her fingers. ‘When we returned to the hotel. I bunked off to bonk, basically.’ She placed her hands in her lap, chewed at her lip guiltily. ‘We snuck off and had the most rampant, filthy, abandoned wild sex of my life!’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Stop saying what!’

      ‘But Alice!’ Thea protested, her eyes skittering over her best friend’s face trying to detect a lie, obvious elaboration. Anything but the dance and sparkle that met her gaze.

      ‘What!’ Alice exclaimed, her face twitching between shame and triumph.

      ‘You’re married!’ Thea exclaimed. ‘That’s what.’

      Alice looked at Thea. She had thought Thea would be surprised – stunned, perhaps – but still she had expected her best friend’s approval. She was taken aback by Thea’s frown. ‘So what?’ Alice said, with a defensive jerk to her shrug.

      ‘But what about Mark?’ Thea asked quietly.

      ‘What about him?’ Alice replied evenly. ‘He’s hardly going to find out, is he. I’m not likely to leave Mark for some tour guide, am I – albeit one with an incredible dick and the last word in sexual athletics. Come on, Thea – get off your moral high horse! I had a one-night stand! That’s all! And do you know something? I don’t regret it and I don’t feel guilty. It’s what I needed and I feel fucking great. It completely boosted my self-esteem. There will be no repercussions.’

      Thea sipped her tea. It was lukewarm and she grimaced as she swallowed it down. Despite that, she sipped again to give her time to think because, just then, she really didn’t know what to say. Thea was gutted by her friend’s behaviour. She wanted to whack Alice, to scold her, to say what the hell were you thinking, why the hell did you do that, don’t you dare get a taste for it, don’t you ever do it again. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Just look at Alice – just look at her – gone is the pale complexion of late, the dullness to her eyes, the slump in her demeanour, the fatigued gazing into the middle distance, the disillusionment with her lot. Look at her now – she looks as though she’s spent a fortnight being pampered at a world-class spa, she looks as though she’s won the lottery, she looks as though she’s mid-leap from Cloud 8 to 9, she looks as though she’s having the time of her life. She’s beautiful and centred and exuding delirious happiness. She’s radiating the glow of a well-laid woman.

      ‘You’re wicked, you are,’ Thea decided to say, acting bright and breezy, though privately it irked her to have to do so, ‘you’re a slag!’

      ‘I know!’ Alice said, surfacing from giggles to sigh at the memory of it all. ‘I tell you, if you had to choose between Paul Brusseque and Brad Pitt? No contest whatsoever.’

      ‘And if you had to choose between him and Mark Sinclair?’ Thea said with a sternly arched eyebrow.

      ‘Fuck off!’ Alice barked defensively, trying to cover it with a beguiling pout. ‘It was a one-night stand – that’s all. A common, simple, one-night stand. Christ, stop giving it more gravity than it deserves. Anyway, I’m telling you, Miss Sanctimonious – if you were faced with someone even half as horny as Paul Brusseque, far from home and safe in secrecy, I’d defy you not to drop your knickers too.’ Alice sucked in her cheeks slightly, as if challenging Thea to retort, to deny if she dared.

      ‘But I have Saul,’ Thea said firmly. ‘I wouldn’t want to.’

      ‘When temptation confronts you, believe me you are a helpless, happy slave.’ Alice lowered her voice ominously and wagged her finger with detectable superiority.

      It was as if, by being flung far from Alice’s conscience, thoughts of Mark were assaulting Thea’s. She couldn’t rid an image of him from her mind’s eye. It was irrelevant that he would not find out about his wife’s adultery – still Thea’s heart bled for him. She felt like an accessory to Alice’s crime. And Thea decreed it a misdemeanour absolute. She deemed sexual fidelity and true love to be inextricably bound. For the latter to exist, the former was unconditional. No one would ever love Alice as much as Mark – and Thea believed he should be loved right back. Just then, Thea didn’t know which was worse – the fact that Alice had been unfaithful to Mark or that, as a cuckold, he was to be pitied. On Mark’s behalf, Thea felt the humiliation and bewilderment she hoped sincerely that blessed ignorance would keep from him. It was horrible.

      ‘Are you OK?’ Saul gently tucks Thea’s hair behind her ear. He’s concerned – she’s been withdrawn all evening, chewing at the skin around her fingernails, fiddling with her ring, frowning suddenly, even wincing once or twice.

      ‘Fine,’ Thea nods with minimal eye contact though Saul notes a gauze of sadness clouding her eyes, ‘just tired.’

      ‘You sure?’ Saul presses because he’s rarely known Thea in anything other than her sunny, happy state. Especially recently – she’s been infectiously euphoric. He doesn’t like to see her unhappy but he doesn’t know how to help and it is not his style to pry.

      ‘Honestly,’ she says, but unconvincingly because he knows she’s trying to inhibit further probing, ‘I’m done in. Sometimes, giving massage can invigorate me – sometimes it utterly depletes me. I think I’ll go to bed.’

      ‘OK,’ Saul says, placing his hand tenderly across her forehead, then tapping the tip of her nose with his finger. ‘If СКАЧАТЬ