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seemed, so far, that the undertone of ‘ I’m bored ’ had not been a bootie call.
    She put the laptop up on the side as the film started playing and sat down on the bed, slipped her shoes off and curled her legs up as she slid to the back of the bed, then leaned against the wall. Her body was illuminated by a beam of sunlight which suddenly pierced the cloudy day and shone down through the skylight above us.
    The sunlight disappeared.
    She reached forward for her glass.
    I watched the opening scenes, feeling awkward again, like I didn’t know where to put myself with her so close.
    I didn’t get why she was here though, I don’t mean why she’d asked me, but why the rundown bedsit? Her parents were rich.
    I sipped my drink as she sipped hers.
    “Err! This is so violent!” her nose screwed up. It had a perfect tilt to its tip. How could the girl look so sexy with her nose screwed up? She did.
    “You picked it.” My tone came out flat as I fought an urge to kiss her. It had been her who’d kissed me in the pool.
    Her gaze spun to me, and a smile broke those perfect pink lips. She hadn’t an ounce of make up on today.
    “I don’t dislike the violence and gore, it’s just like OMG when it happens.”
    I smiled and shook my head at her, then threw the M&Ms over. “Open them.”
    Still smiling she did and took a handful for herself then passed them back to me. “You can take your boots off and sit on the bed properly with me…”
    Shit, something lurched in my gut and gripped at my cock.
    I leaned forward and unlaced my boots, then moved back on the bed with my knees bent up and my thighs parted while I rested my head against the wall. My forearm leaned on my bent knee as I still gripped my glass.
    We watched the movie in silence eating M&Ms.
    When actor number four met a vicious end, her cell started vibrating on the side by the laptop, ringing out Counting Stars . She picked it up and looked at the screen but didn’t answer, her whole body hesitating as she took a breath. Then her thumb touched it to take the call.
    “Hi Dad.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “Working.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Okay.”
    “Say, hi, to Mom.”
    “Yes.”
    “Goodbye.”
    Her pitch had changed when she was on the cell. It got more posh, and British. Her dad was British. I knew that too.
    She colored up a bit as she leaned over and put her cell back on the side, saying nothing.
    God, I had to ask. “Portia, your parents are rich, right? Why the hell are you working at the magazine and living here ?” My free arm thrust out to highlight the inadequacy of the shithole she was in.
    She went an even brighter red when she looked at me. Sirens blared on the film to mark another victim’s death. Taken down.
    “The money’s my parents, it’s not mine.”
    Well, yeah, but I’d have thought they’d have sorted her out somehow so she lived a bit better than this. If I had money, I’d want to help my family. Our gazes held for a moment, but then she looked back at the film and her lip caught in her teeth for a second.
    “You, okay?”
    She nodded but she wasn’t.
    “What did he say?”
    She turned back and smiled at me. “Happy Birthday.”
    I was moving forward without thinking, and I gripped her arm. “It’s your birthday? Why didn’t you say? I’d have got you something. No wonder you were bored alone. We should do something. Go out…”
    “ I want to watch films .” That pretty pout was back.
    “I could have bought you cake.”
    “You didn’t have to buy cake and you did get me something, you got M&Ms, popcorn and vodka.”
    I ignored that. She was just changing the subject. “Are you seeing them?”
    “No, they’re in Switzerland.”
    “Really? Were they here for New Year?”
    “No.”
    “You didn’t see them the whole of the holidays?”
    “Nope, nor Thanksgiving. I see them in the summer when they come over to LA.”
    “ In the summer? ”
    She looked at me with a flat gaze that said,