Surrendered(10)

“You want to meet for coffee or something? I can meet you at Costa, by the office.” She says.

“Sure, I could use a distraction. See you in ten?”

“Leaving now.” She sing songs down the phone to me. I need to speak to Molly, she gets it. She loves Harry like a brother. She also knows a lot about our situation. Not all of it, but most of it.

I pull the Range Rover up outside Costa. There’s nowhere to park and I am not walking bloody miles. If I had a normal sized car I might get away with it.

I pull my phone out of my bag and dial Theo’s number. He picks up on the second ring. “Hey, sugar.” I didn’t think I could smile after that trip to the station, but his voice has my lips twitching.

“Hey. So I have a question for you?” I say teasingly.

“Hmm, what?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“If I were to get a ticket in your car, would you be mad?”

“Seriously?” He laughs.

“Hey, I am deadly serious. I’m wearing heels!”

He laughs a lot. “You are something else. Yeah, it’s fine baby. I’ll pay the ticket to save your precious feet.” He mocks.

“I’m not worried about my feet, it’s the shoes. These are Manolo’s!”

“You say that like I know what that means.” He drawls.

“It means they are very pretty.” I say haughtily.

He snorts. “I’ll save the shoes, if…you wear them when I fuck you later.” He says in that husky tone. Damn his voice is so hot. I think I might actually be blushing. Consider me officially distracted.

“Deal!” I say a little breathily.

He lets out a low raspy chuckle and my skin tingles with goose bumps. Jesus, I need to get a grip.

“I have to go. I’m meeting Molly.”

“I’ll see you later sugar.” His voice is laced with sex. Oh god, I’m too hot. I start fanning myself.

“Arsehole.” I grumble. I hear him laughing as I pull the phone away from my ear and hang up. I shriek when I spot someone stood at the window. Oh fuck, it’s just Molly.

I open the door. “You scared the fucking shit out of me!”

She has her arms crossed, an eyebrow cocked, and a smirk plastered all over her model perfect face. “Why were you fanning yourself?”

“I was hot.” I say with a ‘duh’ expression on my face.

“Uh huh. Talking to Theo by any chance?” Her smile gets wider.

“Maybe.”

“Driving his car, talking to him on the phone, and clearly having a conversation that’s getting you all hot and bothered…” Her smile widens. “Does this mean?”

I sigh and roll my eyes. “Let’s go get coffee.” She squeals and throws her arms around me. Oh god.

We sit in a booth near the window. I like to people watch. I wrap my hands around the mochachino in front of me as Molly strips off her coat and slides into the booth opposite me. She flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder. I’ve always been jealous of her poker straight golden locks. She always manages to look so groomed, even when she’s just rolled out of bed. I don’t, even after I have spent half an hour trying to tame my curls. She’s wearing a dark grey jumper dress that clings to her slim figure, and her seriously hot thigh high boots. Molly has a wardrobe most celebrities would kill for, and looks like some kind of catwalk model most of the time.

“Okay, so first off, Harry. How was the interview at the police station?” She asks.

I study a spot on the table. “Difficult. They want me to give them a valid reason for Harry taking me, which of course I have, but in the eyes of the law he still broke the law. I can’t imagine a jury sentencing him, but if I keep my mouth shut, then they have no proof of the kidnapping.” I glance up at her. “At the moment I’m denying any knowledge. It’s mine and Harry’s word against that fucking drunk bitch. They have no case.” I say adamantly. “Theo’s solicitor Claudia has been great, she’s scary though.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Of course she is, she’s Theo’s solicitor. I know you live under a rock, Miss ‘who the hell is Theodore Ellis’, but trust me when I say Theo used to have quite the reputation. He would need a good solicitor.”

“Really?” I can’t imagine Theo like that. Or maybe I can. I’ve seen his temper. He’s gotten into fist fights over me several times. He just seems too…laid back for that shit.

“Oh yeah, he was a proper bad boy, just… driving an Aston Martin and wearing a ten grand suit.” She giggles. “He was always in trouble for fighting. I think he got arrested for possession once.”