Buzzing in love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

◆ one week later ◆

◆ Jack ◆

I throw my used gloves in the nearest wastebasket and turn around towards the elder woman still lying in my chair. Mrs Fitzgibbons is one of my ''regulars'', every once in a week she'll feel something down there that'll freak her out and immediately call my assistant. 

''Oh Jack, you wonderful boy, thank you once more.'' Her voice is raspy from all the Lucky Strikes she smokes and some of her red lipstick is smeared on her yellowing teeth. 

''No problem Mrs Fitzgibbons.'' She pulls her floral dress down and I help her out of the chair. She gives me another smile and I walk her to the door. Mrs Fitzgibbons is a short and pudgy woman with hair that looks like white cotton candy and blue beady eyes. She's kind but she can be a bit touchy and as on cue she turns around and puts a hand on my chest. 

''Call me Debby, it makes me feel younger.'' She gives me a wink and ever so slowly retreats her lingering hand. She turns around and I close the door behind her. 

Sometimes I really hate my job. With a sigh I rake my fingers through my hair and start cleaning my equipment.  After a minute or so my telephone rings and I drop everything all at once, I've been doing this all week and it's making me feel like a complete burraidh. ''Little Red Rooster'' is blurting through the room and my heart's beating in my chest. 

It's been a week since I gave her my number and it's also been a whole week that she hasn't called. I was so sure that we had some sort of chemistry, first when she laid in my gynaecology chair and second when we had a brief talk in the club. It's unusual for a woman to be on my mind so much but with Donna it seems by brain has turned to mush. 

To be honest, that's not something I like or am comfortable with. 

Mick Jagger is still singing and I rush to pick up the phone before she decides to hang up.

''Jack Macintosh.'' My heart's beating more furiously now and I'm sure Donna can hear it through the phone. Man up Jack, what would your father say.

''Mate no need to be formal with me.'' The tiny bit of nerves I felt before disappear instantly when I hear Hugh's voice. I swallow the lump that had been forming in my throat.

''What do you want? I'm at work.'' I can't help but be annoyed, he might be a good friend but it's not entirely pleasant to talk to Hugh. 

''Ouch a bit harsh don't you think Jacky-boy. Anyway I ringed you up to say that your little bird agreed to my offer and will be catering on my wedding.'' The smugness in his voice is ever so present and I tighten the grip in my phone. 

''Really? Donna agreed?'' The morning after Hugh's stag party I talked him into hiring Bellissima as a catering service. Of course Hugh— being the bloodhound he is— knew that the good food wasn't the only reason why I was rambling about Bellissima. To be fair I've never eaten anything from that restaurant but then again I never knew that their food was made by such a delicious looking Chef. 

''Yes, after she saw the cheque it wasn't hard to convince her but seriously Jack, you can get any bird you want and you go for— Hell you're peacock worthy but that woman she's an ostrich mate!''