Melt. Lisa Walker

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СКАЧАТЬ the idea. Good movies have one or more of the following features: they are shot in black and white; feature grimy, desolate housing estates; have no dialogue; or have long shots of empty corridors. In addition, they are often made by directors with multi-barrelled surnames.

      After the movie, we would discuss the meaning of the seven-minute segment where two characters walked silently through the desert. And if I happened to think the movie might have been improved by a dash of witty dialogue or a smidgen of romance, I kept this opinion to myself.

      Despite all these lovely excursions, Adrian never touched me. No-one could call him a quick worker – by week four he’d progressed to a kiss on the cheek. I do wonder if anything would have happened at all if I hadn’t taken matters into my own hands.

      Over the weeks Adrian courted me, he taught me a lot about project management. His way of doing things might have been alien to me, but it was effective. It got results. It minimised uncertainty. And to me that now seemed like a very good thing indeed.

      I needed a fresh start. Mum kept asking me to come home, but there was no way I was going back to Nimbin. If I stayed there it wouldn’t be long before I’d be back with the old gang, back in the old habits. I’d gone overseas to get away from all that. Although sometimes it felt like I’d taken it with me.

      I’d tried blowing with the wind and, frankly, it sucked. Predictability, I’d decided, was the zeitgeist. And where was I going to find it if not with Adrian? After four weeks I was determined to move our relationship on to, ahem, the next level. To be honest, I was baffled: it had never taken more than four days in any of my previous relationships.

      Even with Jack the dope dealer, Marley! (And you know how slow he was.)

      Adrian was a mystery. And there is something sexy about a mystery. He was always so cool, so in control. And – this hadn’t been immediately obvious to me – he was very attractive. Charismatic. Adrian exuded the magnetism of someone who knows what he wants. Women responded to him – waitresses lingered, shop assistants blushed. I must have been the only woman in the world who hadn’t wanted to lay herself at his feet at first sighting.

      I decided to put my new-found knowledge of project management to work. The Project Seduce Adrian (PSA) scheme revolved around the incredible attractiveness of my assets. I don’t mean the usual; Adrian had been seemingly oblivious to those. No, after browsing a few issues of Project Manager Online magazine, I knew what he couldn’t resist. I downloaded an advance copy of the latest project management software on my home computer and outlined my master plan. It had two critical events:

       persuading Adrian to come back to my apartment for software viewing

       distracting him from software to softer wear.

      The first of these was a piece of cake; Adrian was excited about the software, but as it turned out, moving him on from that was tricky.

      I’d installed him in front of the computer with a glass of wine and leaned over his shoulder to demonstrate the finer features of the program. ‘Look, instant Gantt charts. Automatic re-scheduling.’ I was pretty up with the lingo by then.

      He was oblivious to my low-cut top, purchased especially for the occasion. ‘Thanks for showing me this, Summer. It’s fantastic.’ His face glowed. ‘I didn’t know it was out yet.’

      I wandered off into the bedroom and re-appeared in my brand new silky nightie. ‘Thought I’d slip into something more comfortable,’ I murmured.

      ‘Good idea.’ He didn’t look up from the screen where he was creating complicated bar charts.

      In the end I was driven to desperation. I turned off the computer screen.

      Adrian focused on me finally. ‘Sorry. You’re ready for bed. I should go.’

      Was he being deliberately obtuse? Perhaps, but I hadn’t come this far to let him escape. What would Alexis from Dynasty do, I asked myself? Cue – sultry music. I leaned over and took his hand. ‘The night is young, Adrian.’ It was sappy but it did the trick. Originality can be over-rated.

      His eyes flickered up and down my nightie and a flush spread up his neck like a rising tide. In retrospect, I think he’d been waiting for me to make the first move.

      I know you’re never going to read this, Marley, so I’ll be frank.

      Making love with Adrian was like building a bridge with a high-­performing team of engineers. Weight capacity, wetlands, pile driving, terrain – he had it all covered. We pooled our human resources, achieved the critical events at exactly the right time. Exactly the same time. It was … impressive.

      Adrian says productivity is one part inspiration, nine parts perspiration. Well, the Canadian from Lukla might have been inspired, but Adrian perspired. No-one could have faulted his attention to detail.

      Afterwards, we lay on our backs panting. ‘How did that go for you?’ I said. Adrian says evaluation is the key to improved per­formance. It was clear to me already that we were a team who would go on to larger and more complex projects so it was important to fine tune. This wasn’t a cubby house we were building here, it was a condominium.

      Adrian picked up his phone from the bedside table where he’d left it and checked for messages, then he turned back to me. ‘Summer, that was amazing. We were like clockwork together.’

      I smoothed his hair and, removing his phone, took his hand. The tips of his fingers were hardened from keyboard work, but otherwise his hands were smooth. ‘That’s the nicest thing you could say to me, Adrian.’ I glanced at his phone. It was nine forty-­five. According to my project plan we were right on schedule for sleep at ten pm. The key to successful project management, as Adrian says, is to work backwards from the end point.

      I’m enjoying reminiscing so much I don’t notice Adrian is late until six thirty-five. This isn’t like him at all. I take a sip of wine and peer out at the street. I hope he’s alright. Adrian is busy and important but he is always on time.

      It’s another five minutes before he appears. He looks different. His hair, which is usually combed behind his ears, is sticking up from his head in a rock-star sort of way. He’s wearing a jacket I haven’t seen before. Black leather. Not his usual thing.

      ‘Hi, Summer.’ He takes off his jacket and hangs it over the back of his chair. I catch a whiff of an unfamiliar smell. A new deodorant? He seems distracted. He doesn’t kiss me on the cheek like he usually does. He must be nervous about proposing.

      ‘Your hair.’ I touch my own. ‘It’s sticking up.’

      Adrian touches his hair. ‘Wax.’

      ‘Wax? You haven’t used that before.’ Obviously he’s making a special effort for our big night.

      ‘Makes a change.’

      ‘What’s that on your hand?’ I point to a bruise.

      ‘I fell. Rock-climbing. In the gym.’

      ‘Rock-climbing? Since when have you rock-climbed?’

      ‘I’m learning. It’s good for hand–eye coordination and strength.’ Renaldo brings Adrian his usual – Scotch and soda. He drains it. ‘Summer, I’ve got something to tell you.’

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