Название: Freya North 3-Book Collection: Love Rules, Home Truths, Pillow Talk
Автор: Freya North
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780008160166
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‘Why?’ Thea asked again.
‘I suppose,’ Richard considered, ‘simply because they can. It’s a “bloke thing”, isn’t it?’
‘Is it?’ Thea asked, forlornly.
‘It’s bizarre and contradictory,’ Richard mused, ‘but a man’s sex drive is infinitely complex by virtue of the fact that it’s so primal and base.’
‘Virtue?’ Thea balked. ‘Vice – virtuous?’
‘I mean – and this is in strictest confidence – there’s a bloke in the office, my age, my position. He has a charmed life – great marriage to a gorgeous, fun woman. Anyway, occasionally he fancies a shag in the way I might fancy a sandwich. Morality and risk don’t cross his mind. It’s a physical requirement. He finds himself hungry and he nips out of the office and satisfies it.’
‘Say his wife finds out?’ Thea posed, hating this colleague of Richard’s intensely.
‘She never will,’ Richard shrugged, ‘unless she puts a private detective on him. But she never would because their relationship is great – you could say, guys who use prostitutes are committing the slightest and most negligible form of infidelity because emotional betrayal doesn’t come into it.’
‘But say she did find out,’ Thea pressed, ‘this chap’s gorgeous fun wife?’
Richard was adamant. ‘She wouldn’t – you have no idea how easy and discreet it is.’
‘Then how do you know he does it,’ Thea countered, ‘if it’s so easy and discreet?’
The lights turned green. Richard drove across Archway Road and pulled in along Shepherd’s Hill, by the library, under the gentle orange glow of a waning street lamp.
‘This might sound shocking,’ he said, ‘but one afternoon he basically offered me a recommendation.’
‘What?’ Thea exclaimed.
‘He recommended the services of this new girl he’d just seen.’
‘For fuck’s sake!’ Thea objected, gripped by a violent loathing for this colleague. ‘What – like telling you Pret a Manger have a great new sandwich you should try?’
Richard laughed. ‘Exactly like that,’ he said, ‘but in my case, it was like telling this chap thanks, but I don’t eat red meat.’
‘Fucking bastard!’ Thea spat. Richard had never heard her swear, let alone imagined she could be anything other than sweet, temperate Thea.
‘This colleague of mine is a really nice bloke,’ Richard felt compelled to defend him. He drove on. ‘You’d like him. That’s the irony.’
‘Promise me it’s not you?’ Thea said with steel in her voice and thunder in her eyes.
Richard glanced at her before indicating right and dipping down the long sweep of Stanhope Road. ‘Christ, of course it’s not me,’ he said, obviously offended, ‘it’s never been me. It’s simply not me – I just don’t fancy it. Not during periods when I’ve been single. Not after nights out with the lads. Not when I’ve been far away from home.’
‘Promise me,’ Thea warned him.
‘Thea!’ Richard protested, regarding her quizzically. ‘What’s your problem?’
‘It was unbelievably upsetting,’ she declared, leaving the car, not checking the passenger door was shut properly, forgetting to thank Richard for the ride.
Thea savours a Lewis Carroll Moment in her hallway, encircled by closed doors. She can’t decide where she wants to be, so she sits down where she is, for a long while, until she’s quite calmed down. She stays where she is, takes her mobile phone and thinks about calling Alice to tell her what Richard has said. It’s strange, what she heard from Richard is ultimately more illuminating than it is shocking. And though the details are deplorable, fundamentally it has been helpful.
I almost feel I now have reasons to forgive Saul; the information by which I can understand him a little better. Facts that should lessen the revulsion and shock of it all. Plausible explanations that could appease my turmoil. Perhaps I should be relieved, perhaps I should try and philosophize that actually it has nothing to do with me – he’s just being a bloke. Maybe I should believe that his emotional fidelity to me is sacred to him. That everything really can be quite all right.
‘But if Richard Stonehill can choose not to use hookers,’ Thea shouts, ‘why can’t Saul?’
At Carcassonne, all Paul Brusseque knows, as he boards a Ryanair flight he’s managed to find the fare for, is that there’s this hot chick in England who’s occupied his thoughts most of the time. Yeah, so she’s married, but so what – from what he can deduce from the little information she’s given him about husband and home, he reckons it must be on the rocks. Or else wide open. Something like that. Whatever. If she’s up for some no-strings action, he isn’t going to get his morals in a knot about it.
Tix. She had said something about sending him tix 2 uk. But she’s a tease, this Alice Heggarty, a playful, tease of a flirt. Her text sex has tantalized him to distraction, to desiring the real thing enough to go for broke and board a plane for it. So he’s her bit on the side, her bit of rough, her toyboy, her big boy, her fantasy incarnate. So what. It’s a damn sight better than being a boring old fart of a husband who most likely can’t satisfy her or probably cheats on her the whole time anyway. Is he in love with her? The husband? He’d be a crazy fucker not to be. Is Paul in love with her? Or is he just crazy about fucking her? Crazy enough to scrounge two days’ leave and scrape together an air fare to surprise her. Sit back and enjoy the flight. But it’s cool to go with the flow. It would be boring to always let your head rule your heart.
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