Wait for ever and then they all come along at once. First blue e yes and now Peter and before that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been acquisitioned. Apart from red haired overweight Kevin with the incredibly archaic dress sense at her cousins wedding last spring who didn’t have the sobriety or the common sense to realise his attentions were superfluous to her .
They ate their meal slowly and chatted a little about the website. He asked her questions about her personal life but she found she couldn’t open up to him. Perhaps she didn’t want to. He was a work colleague. He wasn’t going to be anything more. She knew that now. At one point he made an excuse to leave the table and she could see him on the telephone in the hall. He was gone for more than ten minutes. It was only speculation but Felicity had the feeling he was making excuses to someone ‘special’ . When the meal was over t he waiter bought the bill and she insisted paying for her share. They left the restaurant and then she met the real Peter Hendford.
‘Where’s your car?’
‘In the car p ark at the Farmers.’
‘Mine too.’
They walked back to the pub in silence and Peter stopped outside the door.
‘Shall we have one for the road?’
‘Peter I’ve just had a glass and a half of wine and I think you’ve had rather more and we both have to drive. Anyway I have to get home……..’
‘To your cat, yes I know . Can I come back to yours then? Meet the cat?’
‘No. I don’t think that’s a good idea.’
‘Oh come on Flick….’ He took her arm, gently at first and then as she started to pull away, began to grip more tightly ‘I promise you I won’t try anything. I could crash on your sofa. We could have a few drinks; get to know each other a little better.’
‘No Peter. I’m tired. I’m sorry but………. No.’
A small crowd of people approached them as they stood at the entrance to the car park and he loosened his grip on her arm and waited for them to pass.
‘I drove a long way to see you today Flick.’ The guilt trip………
‘I know and I’m really glad you came. The website wouldn’t have looked so good or happened so fast without your help and your hard work. I am really grateful to you Peter.’
‘How grateful?’ He had her arm again and before she knew it his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her hard. Too hard . ‘Please Peter, stop it!’ She pulled away from him and stepped back but he still had her arm in his grasp and was pulling her back toward him.
‘You don’t think I’ve driven all the way over here for nothing do you?’
‘Let me go. What the hell are you thinking?’
A voice from the pub doorway made him stop in his tracks. ‘You ok love?’
Two men made their way toward them and Peter instantly released her arm.
‘Yes. Thank you. Peter was just leaving. Goodnight Peter.’
‘Yes. Ok. Night Flick. See you.’
I don’t think so…………… He hurried to his car and she watched him reverse, the wheels spinning as he accelerated out of the car park and didn’t look back. Felicity thanked the men, got into her car and drove home. Her cat was pacing back and forth on the garden wall and she felt a pang of guilt and remorse; his usual gentle meowing having been replaced with an earth shattering high pitched scream calling out to all humankind to witness the home coming of his wicked mistress; her stomach full and alcohol on her breath, whilst he had been left to fend for himself. She was still shaking as she opened the tin of whiskas with rabbit and placed it on the kitchen floor. It was stupid of her to have invited Peter; she could see that now but had she ever really given him the wrong signals? She didn’t think so. He had seemed so nice at work. Felicity poured herself a glass of wine and settled down in front of the TV for the night. She would be more careful in future; much more careful.
The house was a mess. There were boxes everywhere from Abi’s
Magda Szabó, George Szirtes