she kept fantasizing about Matt taking it off for her, Tamsen had been wound like coil all afternoon. She knew she was being a total fruit-loop and Gina was, in fact, a welcome distraction, but Tamsen wasn't going to let her best friend know that.
"You never did tell me what he was yelling at you about yesterday."
"His ex called. I was distracted and put her through."
Tamsen nodded. "I heard that part."
Gina continued, "She’s been a daily stalker for about three months now - been thrown off the premises twice."
Gina refilled her wineglass, settling in to tell what had the makings of a sordid tale. Tamsen wasn't sure if she wanted to hear any more, but it didn't look like she had a choice.
"Rumor has it they were getting married. She's the society sweetheart his family want, but he called it off. They'd been living together for a while, but apparently he got tired of the society crawl - couldn't stand some of the people they had to spend a lot of time with. She works with charities, organizing those huge balls and hoopla events that you see in the local gossip mags and he just wasn't up to the whole deal. Told her it was all off, chucked her out and she's been trying to get back in ever since. I think she must have his mother on her side, 'cos she's constantly on his case about it too."
Gina took another swig of her wine and cast Tamsen an evil glance. "I've met his mother, so if you've got any ideas already that he might be the one just bear in mind she's a scary looking creature. Even worse than your mother, and that's saying something."
Tamsen felt queasy and it wasn't the wine. Maybe she should just give the whole evening the bum's rush and go to bed. She giggled to herself. Problem was she wanted to go to bed all right - with Matthew Solomon.
"What the hell," she told Gina. "I'm not looking for marriage. I want a half-decent shag and he's the first man in a very long time who's done anything for me."
"You horny tart."
Gina slipped off her chair, and brushed a hand across Tamsen's breast as she planted a kiss on her wine-soaked lips.
"I'm always available for you, honey - you should have let me know you were in need."
"With your schedule? Excuse me, who's had...let me see, was it three or four different women through the checkout on her bedroom door in the last month?"
"It was three."
"That's right; Carey made a comeback after...who was the blonde surfie chick with the eyebrow ring?"
"Don't remind me. I was drunk and out of my mind."
"You're always drunk and out of your mind."
"Below the belt."
"Serves you right for calling me a horny tart."
Gina looked at her watch, then drained her second glass of wine. "Shouldn't you be on your way? Didn't you say you had to get to Titirangi?"
"I did. But hopefully I'll miss most of the traffic."
"Take the Dub - you can hardly turn up on Mr Wonderful's doorstep in your fish-mobile."
"And pray tell what's wrong with the fish-mobile?"
"Nothing, but if you take the Dubby you'll have to get it back for me in the morning."
Tamsen laughed. "You crafty cow."
"Ah well, just looking after my sister. Can't have us both getting lousy reputations, now can we?"
"And since when has a reputation worried you before?"
"It hasn't, but I wouldn't like a lovely girl like you getting one."
Tamsen gave her a hug; Gina really was the sweetest girl sometimes. "So I don't have to worry about you spreading gossip around the office then?"
"Absolutely not. My mouth is sealed." Gina ran through the universal monkey, no-see, no-hear, no-speak routine. "But I do expect a full report, preferably with intimate details plus explicit descriptions of every carnal act of pleasure he performs - okay?"
"Pervert." Tamsen headed out to her room to check her makeup.
"Well, at least put in a good word for me so he stops yelling at work, would you?"
"Done."
"Thanks, sis. Go make a pig of yourself."
Tamsen laughed. "Shut
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