Oh shit thought Jac. This is going to be super awkward
Abigail looked her up and down, taking in the shirt that was barely covering Jac's backside.
"You'd better come in" Jac eventually said stepping aside
They each knew who the other woman was
"Looks like I'm interrupting something. You do know that Fletch and I are together" Abigail said arrogantly
"I know that you've slept with him twice - not exactly the romance of the century is it"
Abigail was flustered thinking that Jac didn't know about her and Fletch.
She regained her composure and looked Jac up and down again "I assume he's in"
Just then Fletch appeared at the top of the stairs, luckily he had put a pair of boxers on
"Christ Jac how long does it take you to get a couple of glasses of water. Hurry up and come back to bed.? Who was at the ....." the words died on his lips as he spotted Abigail.
Shit
"Abigail. What are you doing here?"
"Well I decided to surprise you with an erm 'visit'"
He stared at Jac who stood silent looking awkward
"Look you two obviously have things to talk about, I'm going to leave you to it"
Jac made her way back upstairs. Fletch reached out and squeezed her hand as she passed him, trying to convey reassurance in the one simple gesture. He felt Jac return the gesture and then he made his way down stairs. Luckily there were some clothes in the drier and he pulled out a t shirt and some sweat pants feeling very exposed just in his boxers.
Abigail stood with her arms folded "care to explain what the fuck is going on?"
Although him and Abigail , at least in his mind were just two people having a convenient hook up, he did still feel like a bit of a bastard. It was unfortunate that he hadn't been able to see Abigail before getting together with Jac. He realised he didn't even have her phone number.
"How do you even know my address"
"Human resources data base security is a joke"
"Bit stalkery"
"You're avoiding my question Fletch. How long has this been going on with 'her' ?" Her voice dripping with disdain
"Officially about 14 hours but approximately 9 months in the making"
"I thought she'd left"
"Me too"
"Oh so I just happened to be there when she wasn't"
"Look I'm sorry you found out like this. I don't even have your phone number - surely that tells you something about our relationship. It's not a relationship. It was just two colleagues having a bit of fun"
Abigail snorted "and it's different with her is it?"
"I'm not prepared to discuss Jac with you. Again I'm sorry. I would have come to see you later"
"Yeah right. Not even a bit of you wanting to keep your options open Fletch"
He looked horrified " absolutely not"
"Oh come on Fletch, I've asked around,you're not exactly a monk are you, and I heard what you did to your wife" she smirked
Fletch struggled to contain his anger
"I think you should leave" he said in a controlled voice that barely hid his anger
"Fine but you'll be back. I hope work doesn't suddenly get awful for you"
With this she left. Fletch slammed the door after her and raced up stairs to find Jac.
She had got dressed and was sitting on a small arm chair he had in the corner of the room. She had her knees drawn up to her chin and had her eyes closed and fingers stuffed in her ears. She was rocking gently.
