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But I didn’t want him to be a distant memory.
That was the very last thing I wanted.
***
I pulled myself into some kind of vague shape for work that evening, but I needn’t have bothered.
RS442 Gemma Taylor: Access disabled. Please contact your supervisor.
Sheena asked me to call her via messenger. Not a good sign.
“I’m sorry, Gemma, but you can’t work. Not now. The lines are ringing off the hook with idiots trying to find you, and we have to conduct an investigation. The papers say you met him through chat. You didn’t, did you? Please tell me you didn’t.”
My silence spoke volumes.
Suspended without pay, effective immediately.
The nightmare was getting a whole lot worse.
I wondered if the same was true for Jason.
***
Chapter Twenty
Jason
April sat down on the sofa opposite, far out of the lamplight. I poured myself another whisky. Even in anger she had perfect features.
“Don’t start again,” I said. “I’ve had enough.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m tired of shouting, Jason. You never fucking listen anyway.”
“What do you want?”
Her face was drawn, like a pale sheet of paper. “Why her?”
“Why not her?”
“I’m being serious. I’ve seen the pictures, I just don’t get it.”
“You never will.”
“Try me.” She crossed her legs, tapping one foot in mid-air, over and over. “Is she a pervert, like you? Is that it? You need an ugly girl to play your sick games?”
“She’s not an ugly girl. Not even close.”
A thin smile crept across her lips. “If you say so.”
I sighed. “I met her on chatline...”
“That figures.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Do you want to know or not?”
She rolled her eyes. “Go on.”
“Gemma is funny, and sexy and vivacious. She’s natural, and she’s real. She doesn’t have any bullshit expectations, or stupid ideals. She’s just her. I find her beautiful.”
