Daddy's Here(45)

“Sorry, love,” the man replied, brushing his hand down her front. “Didn’t see you.”

“Get your hands off me,” she replied, batting him away. “It’s ruined.”

“Never mind, eh. It’ll come out in the wash.”

“That’s it? That’s your apology?”

“I said I was sorry. What more do you want?”

“I should make you pay for it but by the look of you, it’d take years.”

He went to brush her down again and she shoved him backwards. “Get away from me!” she snapped as he bumped into a group of people behind him, stumbling and falling to the floor as she spun on her heels and stormed off.

She marched over to the ladies bathroom, doing her best to ignore the pointing fingers and giggling faces of Edwina and Tamsin. Pushing open the door, she shoved past the woman coming out. “Move!” she shouted, ignoring the queue for the cubicles and darting into the first one to open, locking it to the sound of protests from the queue. “This is urgent,” she called out to them, looking down at the red stain that covered her chest, dripping down onto the bare skin of her stomach. What the hell was she supposed to do?





Chapter Two





When someone knocked on the cubicle door, Abbey didn’t answer, she was too busy trying not to cry.

“Are you in there, Abbey?” a voice asked.

She fumbled for the lock. “Kate, thank God it’s you. Get in here.” Swinging the door open, she grabbed her best friend by the arm, yanking her inside the cubicle. “It’s a disaster. Look at me. I might as well kill myself.”

“It’s not that bad, honestly.”

“Don’t lie to me, it’s ruined.”

“Look,” Kate said, taking Abbey’s hands in hers. “It’s really not that bad. We just need to give it a rinse.” She pulled open the door and led a reluctant Abbey over to the sinks, twisting the tap until water began to pour downwards towards the plughole. “Watch,” she said, gathering up a handful of tissues and dabbing water onto the front of the dress.

“Hey, that’s cold,” Abbey snapped. “What’s the point. Oh, my God, it’s working.”

“Designer fabric,” Kate replied. “There’s some chemical in it that repels stains, can’t remember the name.”

Abbey nodded. Kate knew everything there was to know about designer labels, from which assistant cut the cloth to what continent the threads came from. If she said the stain would come out, it would. She was right, as usual. Within minutes the red had faded to a barely visible pink. “Just need to let it dry and then it’ll be good as new. Lucky the club lights are forgiving. Let’s go get a drink, shall we?”

“I can’t go back out there, not like this.”

“It’s a dark nightclub, not a catwalk. No one will notice at thing. Now, you’re coming with me. I haven’t had any alcohol for ten minutes and if I don’t get some in me soon, I might start to sober up. That would never do.”

Abbey followed her out to the bar, her arms folded across the damp section of her dress, shielding it from view. By the end of her first drink, she had lowered her guard and by the sixth, she didn’t care who noticed the stain. “I might just go roll round in some mud,” she slurred over the music. “Become earth child early”

“Have another glass first,” Kate replied. “God, I feel like dancing.”

Abbey watched Kate go, draining her drink before heading after her. She spent the next hour sweating on the dancefloor, grinding against one handsome guy after another, using her body to tease each of them before moving onto the next, laughing at the frustration at those she left behind her. She knew they wanted her to take them home. With her looks, she could choose anyone she liked.

Turning, she spotted a face she thought she recognised. It took her a moment and then she realised it was the idiot who’d spilled his drink on her. Time for revenge, she thought, squeezing her way towards the bar. Then a thought occurred to her. There was a much better way of getting revenge than just pouring a drink on him. A grin spread across her face as she moved towards him, taking her time, swapping the grin for a seductive pout when she reached him.

“Care to dance?” she asked, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from his friends. They all yelled encouragement as she pressed herself up against him, using the slit in the side of her dress to her advantage, sliding her leg around his, pushing herself against him, easing her way downwards and then back up, watching the growing discomfort on his face with glee.

She had to resist laughing. Men were so easily manipulated. They were such simple creatures. No more than children really, so damned easy to tease. She rubbed herself against wine guy’s hips, turning away from him and grinding her buttocks against him, feeling the stiffness of his erection pressing against her as he stood immobile on the spot.