What Goes Around...

Part Eight

Chapter Eight

A honk of a car horn in the distant dragged her from her reverie, suddenly she took in the fact that she was stood in the driveway in her pyjamas with little recollection of getting there. The phone...the messages. That was what she was running away from. She'd fallen asleep hours after the message from Jamie, but the moment her eyes opened it was back in vivid colour. Simon was looking for her.

Shuddering at the breeze that suddenly whipped up the river from the lake; she looked towards the door that led to her rooms. Taking a deep breath she headed back inside, and some breakfast, she was shattered, but sleep seemed a long way off.

She must have fallen back asleep as the phone ringing woke her with a start, looking at the handset she immediately felt sick at the sight of Simon's name flashing at her. But that was as much as she could manage...to stare at it. There was no way she could speak to him. Not really.

Instead she watched his name flash a dozen or more times until the phone became silent once again.

A shower, more sleep and then maybe lunch later, that was what she wanted, but there was no saying that she was what she'd get. Her past was everywhere and she was almost too scared to close her eyes again.

That first kiss on her doorstep had come to a rapid end when they heard someone approach, but as she floated upstairs to her room, Freya was literally on cloud nine. The next few days had seen them never alone together, so she had to learn a level of frustration that she hadn't known until that point. The usual calmness that had been her driving force was now replaced by a desire, a desperation that had never been on her agenda before.

Now she was aware of everything, when she was leaning over a work bench absorbed in her work, his hand on her shoulder - a normal gesture suddenly caused knee weakening shivers to shudder through her body, the odd glance distracted her, which was both exciting and liberating its own way, but also became detrimental to her work.

But despite that, she didn't really envisage things going further, he was married, she was well aware of that, and other than the kiss, he'd not singled her out since that moment. Not in a way that wasn't usual for their working relationship. It was a painful mistake that she had to work hard to get over. So when he knocked her door one night a week or more later, it more than confused her.

                "What are you doing here?"

He'd sighed, looking her up and down, "I can't stop thinking about you."

It was all she'd ever hoped to hear, but on the other hand, it had been the last thing she'd expected him to say. He was dangerous, if he stepped inside her apartment she had no idea what would happen.

                "You shouldn't be here..." she was too terrified to mention last time, what had happened on her doorstep, terrified and embarrassed.

But he wasn't, he gave a half smile, "yes I should. I can't forget." He must have seen the worry on her face, "come out with me, to a bar...we can talk?"

They had talked, and he'd brought her home. Freya was inexperienced with men, VERY inexperienced, but she wasn't stupid, she knew that he wasn't about to leave his wife, and she wasn't about to become the 'other' woman.

Again on the doorstep he kissed her. Once again it was earth shattering, and brief, and left her none the wiser as to where this was heading, and hating herself for allowing it to happen.