Welcome To Crete

Welcome to Crete Chapter 71

The following morning Fay was woken by the sound of a message coming through on her mobile phone.

Morning sleepyhead. Time to get up. How about I bring your car over, cook us breakfast and then we can head to the office?

She looked at her clock and groaned.

How about missing breakfast and giving me more hours in bed? Why are you so cheery and energetic in the morning?

He read the message and laughed.

I'm always at my best in the morning!! How about we do both, breakfast and bed?

She tutted.

How about you tell me when you're leaving the island?

He grimaced.

Don't you want me to leave?

She narrowed her eyes.

Well you're not a bad boss. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't I think. Still, all things considered I'm getting up now. I'll meet you at the office.

He frowned.

Ok babe.

She hauled herself out of bed and headed for the shower, feeling better when the cool stream of water tumbled over her head and reawakened her. Climbing out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel, she moved back into her bedroom to get dressed. She picked out the first top she came across in her wardrobe. It was a fitted, filmy, white blouse.

Hmm, a bit transparent.

She went to put it back but stopped herself and threw it on the bed as she had a change of heart.

Okay so she'd play him at his own game, what did she care? He was leaving anyway. Let him suffer but she'd not sleep with him!

She matched the blouse with a figure hugging beige, skirt which stopped just above her knee and showed off her tanned legs nicely. In the process of applying some face powder, mascara and lip gloss she suddenly stopped and wondered to herself what the hell she was doing.

She was dressing for a man who was leaving her. Or was he? Either way he was playing games and she didn't like it!

She threw her lip gloss down and stomped into the lounge, feeling angry and agitated with both him and herself for letting him get to her. Grabbing her house keys and handbag, she left.

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In the office Fay met a distraught and flustered Ann who was chasing five year old Amy around a desk.

"If you don't behave yourself I'm telling your father and he'll have to come back from Heraklion so he won't be very happy Amy, not at all! Amy!" she shouted as Amy ducked under the desk and crawled along the floor to Adam who was standing at the photocopier.

Amy grabbed him by the leg and shouted out, "Don't care!"

Her mother growled angrily and looked to Adam apologetically.

"Don't think you are impressing Adam either because he won't have you running riot in his office! He will throw you out!"

Amy looked up at Adam with wide eyes. "Why?" she asked him.

He laughed and put down the papers in his hands, reaching down to prise Amy off his leg and pick her up off the floor.

"I promise not to throw you out you little monkey but you have to stop running around the office because it's dangerous, someone could get hurt. How about you sit down there and draw me a lovely picture. It has to be good though," he warned, "because I want to put it up on the wall in here." He put her down and ushered her towards a small table.