Authors: Holly Kinsella
Tell Him About It (13 page)
“
I
have
had
the
good
sense
and
taste
to
miss
you
.
How
was
your
day
?
I
have
been
entertaining
my
cousin
and
his
ghastly
girlfriend
.
She
makes
even
the
Middletons
look
middle
-
class
.
They
also
wouldn’t
leave
.
There
are
terrorists
due
to
be
sent
back
to
Jordan
who’ve
out
-
stayed
their
welcome
less
.
The
good
news
for
you
is
that
so
far
you
do
not
seem
to
have
much
competition
for
being
the
highlight
of
my
week
.
xxx
Jason
.”
Emma also noticed a missed call and voicemail from her best friend, Celia, but she went straight to replying to the text.
“
Hopefully
you’ll
continue
to
be
underwhelmed
by
things
for
the
next
few
days
.
Do
I
get
a
prize
for
being
the
highlight
of
your
week
?
xxx
Emma
.”
“
Yes
.
You
might
get
to
un
-
wrap
me
.
Xxx
Jason
.”
Emma fumbled her car keys and blushed as brightly as her cherry-red Audi TT upon reading the text – but she also beamed as brightly as the afternoon sun.
Her sunny mood was sullied a little however as she heard an unhealthy rattle and cough emanate from her car when driving home. She called her father to ask his advice on what to do. Could he take a look at it? Should she just take it to her local Audi dealer? Her father recommended a garage in Bermondsey though and although she was loath to go out of her way south of the river she would aim to take the car in tomorrow morning, before her photo-shoot.
Emma had a long bath and light supper, before watching a film. She read a little, swapped a few more texts with Jason and finally went to bed. She realised that she still needed to call Celia, but it was now too late. Not that the two of them had not spoken deep into the night before – usually about boyfriends. Celia and Emma had been friends since college. Celia had helped Emma improve her grades and Emma had helped Celia improve her dress sense. Emma listened to the voice message. Celia asked if she was free on Tuesday night for dinner, that it was important and could she call her back. Emma was a little worried for her friend, but not so much that she wanted to cancel her plans with Jason. She could see Celia anytime. But this might be her only chance to see
him
.
She drifted off to sleep with the waking image of Jason Rothschild stealing itself into her dreams, like a fox entering the hen house. Hi cheekbones were as high as his social status. He was clean-shaven and dressed in a navy blue blazer from Kenzo, white Hugo Boss polo shirt and mustard coloured cords from Paul Smith. He looked good enough to eat. Rich food agreed with her, Emma indulgently thought to herself.
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