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He takes a sip of his whiskey and puts it down on the table, then remarks almost to himself, ‘Yes, yet here you are. Real enough to touch.’
Whatever the thought was that passed through his head, it made him suddenly pensive.
‘Why are you doing this?’ I blurt out.
He looks up at me, one sooty eyebrow raised. ‘Doing what?’
‘Fraternizing with the hated tax collector.’
He gives my question serious consideration and then says the most unexpected thing. ‘It is a lucky man who finds an enemy who is so intoxicating.’
I frown. Hearing him say that is surprisingly wounding. ‘We’re not enemies,’ I say softly.
His eyes narrow until they are dark slits. ‘Ah, but we are, sweet Ella. We just find each other physically irresistible. That is all. Never make the mistake of thinking otherwise.’
NINE
We’re having sweet grapes and cheese from Hervé Mons on the balcony when Franco comes out to say that he’s leaving.
‘Thank you for a really delicious meal. I’d never tasted Sauternes jelly until tonight,’ I say with a smile.
He bows. ‘I’m glad. Maybe I will cook for you again,’ he says, and then shoots a wary look at Dom.
‘I’ll look forward to that,’ I say.
‘Ciao, bella.’
‘Ciao, Franco,’ I say, surprised at how normal my voice sounds. Quite frankly, I’m more than a little tipsy. From the moment Dom made that statement about us being enemies who find each other sexually irresistible, everything changed for me. Until then, I’d allowed myself to fall into a ridiculous fantasy that I was dating the most gorgeous man on earth. I was actually drifting through my evening in a cloud of naive happiness, dreaming of a life together with him. A slice of heaven with two kids and a demented puppy. How stupid. As if someone like him would end up with someone like me.
I think I might even know the exact moment I got caught up in the fairy tale. When I was lying in bed looking at the red dress he sent me. It was so special, and I’ve never been given anything so splendid by anyone—ever. In fact, no one I know can even afford to buy such expensive items. I guess I got totally sucked into my outlandish piece of fiction when I tried on the dress and it fit me like a
dream.
But really, who can blame me? It was such a delicious fantasy.
When I was a girl, I always, always wanted to be Cinderella. I wanted to go to the ball all dressed up in a glittery blue gown and have a handsome prince fall in love with me. At midnight I’d drop my glass slipper and my prince would come looking for me. He would search high and low, and no one else would do. The slipper was mine. The man was mine. Dom is the prince I’ve always dreamed of, and subconsciously I was acting out my childhood dream.
It was the throbbing emptiness inside me that made me forget my good decision to drink carefully, and I became stupidly reckless. I think I’ve consumed more than half a bottle of wine on my own. Again. Dom never comments, just watches, and silently refills my glass. He doesn’t even seem to care that I’ve gone strange and our conversation has become stilted. The harsh comment was designed to keep me at a distance. I guess he didn’t want to lead me up the garden path. He wanted me to have no illusions. We’re having sex and we’re having fun.
Yay! What fun.
Dom uncurls his long frame and walks Franco to the door. Their voices roll through me as they cross the apartment. Feeling restless, I stand up. Whoa. Why is the floor moving? I put a foot in front of me, and another, and another, and I’m leaning on the railing. The city glitters like a bed of lights below. I hear the front door close and then Dom is back on the balcony. I turn around slowly. A wind has risen and it whips my hair into my eyes. I use both my hands to hold it in place.
He doesn’t come closer. He just stands there watching me. I can’t see his expression because the light is behind him, but his body is tense and taut. I think of how he pounced on me yesterday. I think of how shamelessly I responded.
‘I think I’d like another drink,’ I slur to him.
‘Sure. What d’you want?’ His voice is cool and distant. He really doesn’t give a shit about me.
‘I’ll have that thing I saw Franco swigging from the freezer.’
I can’t be sure, but I think he smiles. ‘OK. Do you want to come in? It’s getting a bit cold.’
‘So, what do you care?’
He walks up to me and threads his fingers through mine. ‘To be honest, you look like you’re about to fall over the railing, and I’d feel a lot better if we went in.’
‘Yeah?’
