Answer your phone!
It rings again in my hand, making me jump, even though I completely expected it. He’s relentless. I let it ring off again and, quite childishly, text back,
No
I pace some more, up and down, swigging wine and clutching my phone. It’s not long before another text arrives.
Fine, I’m coming in.
‘What? Oh no!’ I shout at my phone. It is one thing ignoring the phone, but it’s a whole other level of resistance trying to repel him when he’s flesh and blood and looking right at me.
Shit, shit, shit! I frantically pull up my call log to call him. It rings once.
‘Too late, Ava.’ he drawls down the line. I stare at my phone in uncertainty, and then the banging starts.
I run onto the landing, leaning over the banister as he hammers on the door.
‘Open the door, Ava.’ He bangs again.
What’s he thinking? Is he that desperate?
Bang, bang, bang!
‘Ava, I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me, please.’
Bang, bang, bang!
‘I’ve got your keys, Ava. I’ll let myself in.’
Oh shit. He would as well. Okay, I’ll let him in, listen to what he has to say, and then he can leave. Anyway, I need my car back. I’ll just have to keep as far away from him as possible, keep my eyes closed and hold my breath so I can’t smell him. I must not let him breach my defences. I put my glass down on the console table at the top of the stairs and look at myself in the mirror. My hairs piled up on top of my head, but at least I haven’t taken my make up off yet. It could be worse. Wait…why am I worried, anyway? The worse I look the better, surely? He needs telling to back off.
Bang, bang, bang!
I storm down the stairs in confident and determined strides, opening the door in a huff. I’m doomed. I keep underestimating – or forgetting – the affect this man has on me. I’m trembling already.
His hands are braced on the door frame as he looks up at me through hooded lids, panting and looking really quite pissed. His blonde hair is all disheveled, he has his stubble back and his pale pink shirt is undone at the collar, tucked into grey trousers. He looks delicious.
He punches holes into me with his sludgy eyes. ‘Why did you stop it?’ His breathing is laboured.
‘What?’ I ask impatiently. He’s here to ask me that? Isn’t it obvious?
He grits his teeth. ‘Why did you run out on me?’
‘Because it was a mistake,’ I grate, through equally gritted teeth. My irritation at his audacity is overpowering the other more unwelcome affect he’s having on me.
‘It wasn’t a mistake, and you know it,’ he grinds. ‘The only mistake was me letting you go.’
What? Oh, I can’t do this. I go to push the door shut, but his hand slams against the other side to stop it.
‘Oh, no you don’t.’ He pushes against me, easily overpowering me, and steps into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. ‘You’re not running this time. You’ve done it to me twice already, not again. You’re going to face the music.’
With bare feet, I’m almost a foot shorter than him. I feel small and weak as he towers over me, still breathing hard. I back away, but he walks forward, keeping the distance between us minimal. My plan to maintain space is failing fast, and he smells divine in all his minty, fresh water magnificence.
‘You need to leave. Kate will be home in a minute.’
He stops his approach, scowling at me. ‘Stop lying,’ he snaps, slapping my hand away from my hair. ‘Quit the bullshit, Ava.’
I have no idea what to say to him. Defence isn’t working – maybe disinterest. He’s incredibly thick skinned and obviously use to getting what he wants.
I turn away to walk back up the stairs. ‘Why are you here?’ I ask, but before I make it very far, he’s behind me and grabbing at my wrist. I’m spun around to face him, the contact putting me on instant red alert. I know I’m on dangerous ground here. Just being near this man turns me into a reckless, irrational fool. This is plain kamikaze territory. Why did I let him in?
‘You know why.’ he spits.
‘Do I?’ I ask incredulously. I do, actually. Well, I think I do. He wants to pick up where we left off. He wants mission accomplished.
‘Yes, you do.’ he says simply.
I yank my wrist from his grip, backing up until my butt hits the wall behind me. ‘Because you want to hear how loud I’ll scream?’
‘No!’
‘You are, undeniably, the most arrogant arsehole I’ve ever met. I’m not interested in becoming a sexual conquest.’
‘Conquest?’ he snorts, turning away and commencing pointless pacing. ‘What fucking planet are you on, woman?’