BEGS

BEGS

“Yes, Yes, we do need to talk. Do come in.” He says as he opens the door wider for me to pass.

I stare at him as I pass by him, he does not look anything like the man that glared at me through his window. His facial muscles were relaxed now. Not a hint of anger on his pretty face.

“Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Water?”

“Beer.” I respond with the same level voice he was using.

He blinks up at me.

“I don’t have that.”

“For a second I thought you would have a say in what I’m drinking.”

He ignores the obvious dig at him.

“You sent Beatrice to talk to me?” I say not bothering with the sofa.

He on the other hand, sat down crossed legged on the sofa, watching me. I try not to get excited by his eyes on me, but it’s impossible.

“Yes, I did. You are in direct contact with Cecilia. It’s best to tell her so she does not have anything to do during the weekend.”

“I believe you two are in direct contact as well. I clearly remember her saying