Calling All Dentists (Calling All... Book 2), page 9
A faint clattering of crockery came from the other side of the closed door and Emma guessed that Andrew must be in the kitchen. Urgently needing a coffee and some headache tablets, she got out of bed, reached for Andrew’s white shirt and put it on. The shirt almost reached her knees and the thin material was teasingly revealing.
“Hi… good morning. How are you feeling?” Andrew was indeed truly handsome, just like she’d remembered.
She stuttered and spluttered her wishes, “Hi, err… would it be ok if… err, if I have a coffee?”
“Only if I can have a cuddle first,” he smiled, holding out his well built arms. Instantly Emma felt relieved and more comfortable as he kissed the top of her head. The stale smell of sex seeped from his black, silk kimono, sending Emma into a heightened state of libido again. The sexual energy between them was powerfully electric like a storm’s force – something she had never experienced before.
Over an hour later, unconcerned about her own commitments and responsibilities, Emma sighed happily. He was the most perfect thing in her life at this moment and probably any other moment she’d ever had in the past. At present, she didn’t care about anything else apart from being with him for as long as it would last. Hardly knowing him and with so few words spoken between them, Emma decided it was really unimportant. They’d communicated through their actions, which shouted out a mutual feeling of attraction and respect and that was all she needed for now. Having just experienced yet another hour of erotically beautiful pleasure, on this bright and beautiful Sunday morning, she lay in Andrew’s bed again, in a close embrace and drifted off to sleep with him once more. The two cups of morning coffee still rested in the kitchen, where they’d been made – stone cold.
“I’m starving. Do you want a bacon sandwich?” asked Andrew as he busily prepared another two coffees. His hair stuck up in tufts on the top of his head making him appear even cuter than he had before. Emma was sure it would be very difficult to make him look anything else but super sexy – unless he had a carrier bag over his head. But then he’d need a body bag to hide his whole body, as it too, was the fittest, firmest and most sexually arousing male physique she’d ever had the pleasure of getting her hands on.
“Oh yes, I could eat a scabby horse, I’m so hungry.”
“I’ve got nothing in but I was thinking we could go to the café just around the corner. Not sure if they do horse-meat anymore though.”
“Ok, but what about my dress?”
“Well I’d put it on if I were you…”
“Yes…” spluttering into chuckles of laughter, Emma tried to explain, “I mean it might look a bit odd if I turn up wearing an evening dress.”
“I see what you mean. Well I can lend you a jumper or something.” He smiled and passed a mug of much-needed coffee to her.
They walked the short journey to the café, hand in hand and in silence as the icy wind bit at their cheeks. Now and again, Andrew looked down at her, smiled and winked. Now and again Emma looked up at him and just simply smiled. They strode along in a haze of sexually charged energy.
The sizeable café was busy and they didn’t look like the only ones who had been partying into the small hours, as Emma spotted another couple who appeared to be dressed in the same clothing they’d probably worn last night. Sitting down at one of the last vacant tables, Emma felt slightly embarrassed wearing a giant sized blue hoodie over her black dress.
“You even look beautiful in my old hoodie,” said Andrew, admiring Emma with his dark eyes.
“You’ll wake up soon and see me for real,” she replied uneasily. How could anyone think she was beautiful this morning? Or any morning for that matter, Emma wondered as she tried to pat her hair down again.
‘Medusa’ had sprung to mind when she’d peered into Andrew’s mirror earlier, in fact it was more like, ‘Medusa on a really bad-hair day’. Her heavily made up eyes had wandered down her face during the night of intensely passionate and highly charged love making and eventually Emma had to remove most of her black make-up.
“What do you fancy?” asked Andrew, picking up the menu.
“Apart from you?” Emma’s cheeks flushed as she lowered her head coyly, why did she always have to come out with really cheesy, pathetic statements when she fancied someone?
“It’s crazy isn’t it,” he replied, “I’ve never done this before. I mean… you know – this.” Andrew pointed a finger and waved it back and forth between them, while raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“No, neither have I, well not like this, not so full-on like this.” Changing the subject before the two love birds began pledging their undying love for each other and offering marriage, although she felt that she could, Emma said, “Could I have the small Full English?”
“Sure, I’m getting this. Coffee too?” Smiling tightly, more so than usual, Emma nodded and felt a rush of excitement surge through her again as he stood up and headed towards the serving counter.
She could not believe her luck. Ruby was going to be so pleased for her – RUBY! Never for one moment, had Emma thought about Ruby and what she might have or have not, got up to last night. Vaguely recalling that Pete was going home with her, for a coffee, Emma suddenly wondered if her little friend was okay. Musing over Ruby’s uncharacteristic behaviour last night, Emma smiled to herself. Was she awake? Did she have a bad head? Was she regretting anything? Was Pete still there (no probably not)? Would Ruby be worrying about where she was? Her mobile phone had been in her handbag all the time, which was back at Andrew’s flat, so she couldn’t check to see if she had any messages. Glancing up at the clock on the wall above the server, Emma was amazed to see that the time was twenty past two. Where had the day gone? It had been sucked up by sex and sleep – that’s where it had gone.
Their mid-afternoon breakfast was a rushed affair as a dear little old lady sat opposite them and proceeded to talk to Emma and Andrew, for the duration. She was obviously very lonely and the pair of lover’s couldn’t help but be polite and listen to her every word. As soon as they had finished their meal, they made their excuses and left rather quickly, heading back to Andrew’s flat, through the biting wind.
Three times in just over twelve hours – it was becoming outrageous in Emma’s history book. Soaking wet, she lay semi-upright, staring up at the ceiling as perspiration trickled down her cleavage. She knew it would be time to leave soon and then this magical dream would come to an end, albeit temporarily, she hoped and wished desperately. Returning to the bedroom, Andrew bent over the bed and kissed her mouth softly, “Come on the shower’s hot now.”
It was plainly obvious that the warm water, freshly scented shower gel, two naked, lustful bodies and the mutually strong attraction would inevitably lead to love making once again. This budding relationship was undeniably intense in such a short timescale. Slower, softer and emotionally deeper, their sexual act was the most amorous and tender yet as the warm water cascaded down their highly aroused bodies.
Emma’s skin tingled all over as she wrapped the towel around her, knowing that this last episode of sexual activity had been something she’d really never experienced before.
Her longest lasting relationship, with Gareth, hadn’t been this good and that went on for fourteen months. There was something very different and special about Andrew. He was like some sort of gratifying, gorgeously good-looking, God sent down from Heaven to please her. With her head spinning and her heart skipping, she felt like a small child playing hop-scotch as she got dressed and combed through her wet hair.
A smell of strong coffee seeped into the bedroom, calming her dizzy mind. How could she be falling for this man so quickly or was it complete infatuation? Knowing she had to go, knowing it would be difficult to see him over the Christmas period and knowing her feelings were stronger than maybe they should have been at such an early stage, Emma felt desperately in need… in need of him.
Checking her mobile again, Emma thought it odd that Ruby hadn’t replied to her earlier message. When they’d arrived back from the café, she’d texted Ruby to let her know of her whereabouts and that she was all right.
“Everything ok?” asked Andrew as he wound strands of her damp hair through his fingers.
“Yeah, just wondering why she hasn’t replied,” she said, holding her mobile up. “She might be in bed feeling ill. After all she was pretty drunk last night.”
“What about the bloke she went home with, err…Pete?” Andrew sounded genuinely concerned for Emma’s best friend, “Have you texted him?”
“No. I think I’d better get home and check everything’s ok. I need to get packed too.” It was almost five o’clock and Emma had to pack a weekend bag ready to go and stay at her parents’ house for Christmas. “Haven’t you got to pack your things too, if you’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Yes I suppose so. Do you want to climb in the pocket of my holdall and I’ll take you with me?” he laughed, although Emma detected a hint of truthfulness in his comment.
If she could have fitted in the pocket and if she wasn’t going to spend Christmas with her family, which was how it had always been since she’d left home, she would have said ‘yes, I’ll jump right in’.
Pulling up outside Emma’s flat, Andrew put the handbrake on and turned the ignition off. His sleek, racing green, antique Honda Prelude was luxurious and fast. Emma was not surprised to see that he drove a sporty looking car like this. He obviously had money and possibly a good job but they hadn’t got as far as discussing each others’ working lives, home lives, families or history. In fact they hadn’t talked about much except the fact that they were both going away to spend Christmas with their families. The only thing Emma knew was that Andrew’s family lived in Kent, some ninety miles away and he would be there for a week. He’d told her at some point in the intervals between sex, sleep or nourishment that he would be returning home for the New Year because he’d been invited to a party at his local pub – a friend of his was playing in a band there.
“You’ve got my number haven’t you?” Andrew spoke softly and Emma’s throat turned lumpy as she looked into his eyes and couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him.
“Yes,” she replied, unable to think of anything else to say that wouldn’t take all night long.
“Wish we could stay together longer.” Reaching across, Andrew slid his hand around the back of her neck and stroked her softly.
As the familiar shivers began to run down her spine, she managed to speak but with just a hint of a squeak. “Keep in touch and have a lovely Christmas.” Emma smiled weakly.
“Would you come with me to the New Year’s Party?” Andrew’s big, brown, pleading eyes looked deep into hers.
“Yes, I’d love to.” She didn’t really have any plans after Christmas and usually spent each year waiting to see who came up with the most interesting offer for the New Year. Ruby always stayed with her parents ‘to keep them company when the fireworks go off’, as she often said, so Emma was usually left to her own devices. This year, she didn’t care how many New Year invites she got – it was a cert – she would spend it with Andrew. The excitement swept across her again as he smiled his beautiful smile and leaned over to kiss her goodbye, very softly. Reluctantly, Emma climbed out of the car, closed the door and slowly walked away with her heart in her shoes.
Chapter 8
The front door was locked. Emma thought it a little strange at such a late time of day. Taking the key from her handbag, she turned around and just caught a last glimpse of Andrew as he silently drove away. The memories of their torrid, twenty hour, love affair tingled inside her as she watched the car disappear out of sight. Then he was gone.
The flat was eerily quiet as Emma removed her high heeled shoes – which had turned her toes numb, having trekked and hobbled to the café earlier, clinging on to Andrew’s arm for support – and opened the living room door.
“Ruby!” Emma stopped in her tracks, threw her bag and shoes on the chair and slowly removed her jacket without taking her eyes off the two bodies lying on the sofa, under a duvet, top to toe. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Ruby looked up and smiled.
“You’re late, where have you been all this time?” said Ruby, staring at the wall clock. Looking like an electrocuted punk rocker, her hair stood on end in every conceivable direction and her old make-up looked like it had been applied by a make-up artist for a Dracula horror movie.
“Just out,” said Emma, quite abruptly, she really hadn’t wanted to see someone else here, not now. Emma’s plans had only included a catch up girly talk with Ruby, a hot bubbly bath, a bit of packing and an early night. “Have you only just woken up Rue?”
“Um,” Ruby replied, pulling herself up and gazing questioningly at the opposite end of the sofa. “Pete… is that you down there?” she giggled, “Oh, my head hurts.” Still wearing her crumpled red dress, Ruby lifted the duvet and peeped underneath to see if Pete was dressed. He was.
Stirring awake, Pete opened his eyes and blearily scanned the room before closing them again. He pulled the duvet over his head and turned over. Both Emma and Ruby looked at each other and grinned awkwardly.
“I can’t believe you’ve been asleep all day Rue, are you alright?” asked Emma as she noticed two glasses and a bottle of white wine on the table. “How much did you drink last night?”
“Lots, I think,” she chuckled again.
“Are you still drunk?”
“Probably,” said Pete in a muffled voice, from under the duvet.
Pete surfaced from under the quilt and rubbed his aching head as Ruby moved her legs over the side and sat up.
“I’ll make some coffee,” said Emma, heading for the kitchen. “What the hell has happened in here?” she shouted back. The windowsill was coated in little lumps of mud and Ruby’s red, suede shoes had been carefully placed at each end – filled with soil.
“What?” called Ruby, worried at what she might have done as she struggled to remember anything from last night.
“Shoes.” Pete gave her a look of despair, shook his head and wished he hadn’t as the pounding set in.
“What have you done to your shoes Ruby?” Emma stood in the doorway, puzzled by the odd sight. Shrugging her shoulders, Ruby turned to Pete for some clarification.
“She took them off last night when we were queuing for the taxi.” Sitting up, Pete continued, “When we got back, she decided she wasn’t ever going to wear them again, so she went into the communal garden and filled them up with soil – with her bare hands! The ground was frozen but she still managed to do it. I did try and stop her Em, but she wasn’t having any of it.”
“Why Ruby?” asked Emma, stunned by her friend’s stupidity.
“Because I thought I’d never wear them again,” Ruby sat chewing her broken nails nervously and then realised that most of them weren’t even her own and they were all stained black from the soil, so she stopped immediately and stared at them in disgust.
“But why fill them with mud Rue?” Emma despaired of her now, too.
“Because I thought they’d make nice flower pots,” Ruby was close to tears, “I know I’ve been very silly. I’m sorry.”
“Well they’re your shoes Rue – it’s just a shame to mess up such a beautiful pair.”
“Think it’s a bit late now,” said Pete, deflated.
“I’ll make that coffee,” said Emma, heading back to the kitchen as her mobile began to tinkle faintly. Returning to grab her bag, Emma searched for the phone and pressed the button to read a text message.
Missing you already. Andy xx
Emma’s heart skipped a beat and she felt giddy with pleasure. Unsure whether he would text her once he’d dropped her off, Emma was relieved to get the four words and two kisses.
Missing you too. I’ll be thinking of you until I see you again on New Year’s Eve xxx
Pressing send, Emma cheerfully popped her phone back into her bag and almost skipped past Pete and Ruby back to the kitchen. “I’m sure your shoes will look lovely with some flowers growing in them,” she said with a change of tone in her voice.
“I said I’m sorry,” cried Ruby, still sitting next to Pete and looking like a bedraggled, lost puppy.
“No, I mean it, what a lovely, unique idea Rue.”
Coffee finished, Paracetamol administered and duvet folded, Pete decided it was about time he got home. His parents would be pulling their hair out with worry, even though he had sent them a drunken message last night, which, when he read the saved copy, looked rather odd.
Att emms stay here sleep wiv them luv Pt.
“Do you want me to run you home Pete?” Emma asked, half-heartedly.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“No that’s fine, I’ll just get my bag,” said Emma, checking she hadn’t missed any more messages. Sadly there were none and she popped her phone back in her bag, “Are you coming Rue?”
“Yes please, I need some fresh air.”
More appropriately dressed on a Sunday evening in one of her usual sloppy jumpers and leggings, Ruby slid on her raincoat and stood beside Pete with a cheesy grin on her face. “We’re going out for a meal after the New Year,” she said quietly and shyly as she looked to Pete, “And then we’re going to Hillhead View to celebrate.”
“Oh that’s great news. It’s a shame you’re not back for New Year’s eve Rue,” said Emma, “I’m so pleased though, you obviously got on very well last night.” As the awkward moment began to set in, Emma pulled on her coat and said, “Right, let’s go.”
A Chinese takeaway and lashings of coffee was just what they needed, as Emma and Ruby settled down in front of the TV on their respective sofas. “So how did it go with Pete last night then? Why were you both asleep on the sofa all day?” asked Emma, stuffing a small chunk of chicken ball into her mouth. She had to be careful these days, with her loose teeth, that she didn’t put too much in her mouth. She couldn’t chew food very well and always feared biting down on some of her teeth in the wrong way, as it would make them even wobblier.
