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She wrings her hands and smiles at me. ‘Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?’
I bet she heard everything. Normally I would be embarrassed about having such an awful first impression on someone, but this woman isn’t exactly one I care to impress.
‘This is, um…’
I reach for his hand and squeeze it, and he frowns down at it, as if the gesture empties his mind of everything he was about to say. For a moment I think he’ll pull away, but he squeezes back.
‘This is Frankie Johnson. My girlfriend,’ he says at last. ‘Frankie, this is my mum.’
My girlfriend. I know he’s only calling me that because he can’t exactly sayThis is my fuck buddyto his mum, but the words still resonate through me.
She steps forward and extends her hand. ‘Hello Frankie. I’m Georgia Toban. Lovely to meet you.’
I shake her hand, but I know my smile isn’t convincing. ‘You too.’
‘My son has never had a girlfriend. We must get to know each other. Can you stay for dinner?’
‘She has work,’ Archer says. ‘I was just driving her home.’
Georgia’s face falls. ‘Oh. Perhaps some other time, then.’ Her face brightens. ‘How’s Saturday?’
‘Sure. See you Saturday—‘
‘There’s a new Indian restaurant I’ve been dying to try out—‘
Her voice cuts off as Archer closes the door.
Chapter Fourteen
Is Everything Alright, Love?
‘Will you stop it?’ Archer hisses at me. ‘People are staring.’
‘What’s in this underwear?’ I grimace as I pull them out from where they’ve stuffed themselves right up my vagina. ‘Have you rubbed chillies on them or something?’
A laugh bubbles out of him. ‘Maybe if you weren’t so insistent on coming, you wouldn’t have this problem.’
‘Maybe I don’t want to leave you alone with that wretched woman any longer than I have to,’ I retort before I can stop myself.
He looks at me. Like,reallylooks at me. He says nothing, but a kaleidoscope of emotions chase each other across his face. I can’t read them, but I swear there’s a flare of surprise in his eyes.
When Archer picked me up, he threw at me green lacy underwear and ordered me to put them on. He didn’t comment on my black dress, but the underwear made up for it. I’m so used to wearing boxer shorts that these chafe and make me itch, but they make me feel sexy.
And Archer bought them for me.
Unless they’re a gift he gets for all his subjugates.
Georgia arrives ten minutes later, and we clamber into our booth. Archer sits across from me next to his mum, and Demi takes the seat beside me.
When I order just a portion of chips, Georgia raises her brows at me. ‘Are you not a fan of Indian, Frankie?’
I clear my suddenly dry throat. ‘I’m trying to cut down on meat.’
‘Oh. You should have said so. We can go someplace else if you like?’
‘Let’s put it to a vote,’ Demi says, still typing on her phone. ‘I vote we stay here. Arch?’
‘Same. They actually have crispy seaweed…’
