Sleeping With the Boss(13)
“Can I help you?” Wade asked.
“You know Heather Booth and her friends?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know them well?” Julian’s questions were causing some frowning from the other man.
“What is this about?” Wade moved a box of beer from the counter to behind him.
“I need to talk to Heather. She works for me. I was wondering if you knew where she lived or knew when her friends would be in. I need to talk to them.” He waited for Wade to answer.
“Look behind you. You’ll see one of them right now.”
Julian turned. The girl with the blonde hair stood behind him.
“You want to see Heather after what you did to her?” she asked.
“I didn’t do anything. She ran out before we had chance to talk.” He stared at her remembering her from the Friday before.
“I’m Connie.” The woman brushed past him and paid Wade. The other guy handed her a white packet.
“Here you go, Connie. A proper bacon, lettuce, and tomato just the way you like it,” Wade said.
“No one makes a BLT the way you do.” Connie turned back to him. “You want to make it up with Heather?”
“I need to talk to her. I want to make it right.”
“Are you going to break her heart?” she asked.
“That is not my intention.”
That is what you do. You break women’s hearts with disappointment. Should you leave Heather alone? She can do better than you.
You want her.
Take her.
“I’ll give you her address only because I know how she feels about you.” Connie put her sandwich down, took a piece of paper, and wrote Heather’s address. “Here, go and visit her. But be warned, if you hurt her I will come and gut you. This is not a friendly warning. I took a cookery course and know how to gut fish. You’ll be one.” She grabbed her sandwich, waved at Wade and left him.
“Those girls are tight, man. They will hurt you if you hurt one of their pack.” Wade gave him a warning. “How long have you known them?” Julian asked.
“They don’t remember me, but I was friends with Heather’s brother. Not great friends, but I know the girls from when they were younger. I’ll tread carefully.”
Julian nodded, looked at the address, then walked out of the bar. He needed to talk to her. He liked the fact she had friends to care for her.
The address on the piece of paper took him near the edge of the city. It was a busy street if he recalled. He found directions then started the car. It was busy for a Monday after work. The traffic slowed him down to the point when he parked outside her house it was dark. The lights were on and the curtains drawn. He got out, noticing the neighbourhood was nice. His house had a long drive and had several acres of land separating him from his neighbours.
He knocked on her door. This was the first time he’d been to a woman’s door before. Most of them were usually staying with him for some kind of function. He never had to call on a woman.
A man with long hair tied round the back answered the door. He wore a pair of blue worn jeans and a plain white shirt. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“I’m looking for Heather. I was told I could find her here.”
“What do you want with Heather?”
Julian didn’t like the man on sight. If she had a boyfriend then why had she let him go so far? A woman with red hair came round the corner. Julian recognised her from the club on Friday.
“You’re Julian Goff.”
“Yes.”
“Connie called to let me know you’d be stopping by.” She turned to the man. “He’s here to see your sister. Let him in.”
“What’s going on? Why are you all crowding around the door?” Heather came into view wearing the cutest pair of teddy bear pajamas he’d ever seen. “What are you doing here?”
“You left before we had a chance to talk. We need to talk.”
“Do you want him in?” the brother asked her.
Heather kept staring at him. She nodded her head after some time had passed. “We need to talk.”
“Excellent. You can talk to my sister while Amber and I go and get dinner. I’m starved. Do you like pizza, mate?” The brother handed Amber a coat then pushed past him.
“It looks like I’ve been organized. Are you okay being alone with him?” Amber asked Heather.
His woman nodded her head. He closed the door behind him and faced her.
“You didn’t have to come to my home. I would have seen you in work tomorrow.”
“I doubt that, Heather. We both know you’d find some reason not to work the month’s resignation.” He walked further into her room. She went down the short hallway to the kitchen. He followed her.