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issue? Although I’d promised I wouldn’t go over eight, and then… well, stuff happened. Like university and dang, it was like a Garden of Eden of beautiful boys.
           My mother thought I was a little uptight because I hadn’t introduced her to any boyfriends. It was my own fault. If I had told her about Jude Lawrence (close but no) and my seventeenth birthday, opinions would be markedly different. I had him right after his rather useful affair with an older woman. I praised her teaching skills, given the horror virginity stories I’d heard. It all went downhill with Jude when his mother wanted to “upgrade” by moving the family to Kent. Seriously, who wants to live in Kent?
           Sorry, tangent. Back to Pierce. He wasn’t anywhere near this much effort, he wasn’t that hot. It certainly wasn’t worth watching Fiona Gray stuff yet another Mars bar into her face. So he did funny things to my tummy when I thought about him. So he made the hair on the back of my neck stand up like when you hear an amazing song for the first time. He was such a bastard, though, but you had to love the bad ones in order to appreciate the good ones, ne c’est pas ? Like Jude Lawrence. I missed him. Wonder what he’s doing now… I made a mental note to stalk him later on today.
           “So, leave him out,” Fiona mumbled conclusively. “West’ll understand. Pierce is his best mate. Why aren’t you talking to West about this?”
           Touchy sodding subject? “I wanted an impartial opinion. Besides, if I asked he’d draw conclusions. Unwanted ones. Two plus two equals a couple type conclusions.”
           “You and Pierce?” Fiona laughed heartily. “You’ll kill each other. I wouldn’t bother, Cari. You’re not his type. I mean a) you seem too strong minded, and b) he’s colder than Antarctica in mid-winter.”
           “Don Freezer,” I quipped.
           “Cari.” Fiona pointed her dessert fork at me. “With your face and your figure you can go for anyone else. You could have anyone you wanted.”
           “Fiona.” I gave a mocking laugh, despite the compliment. “I do not want to go out with Pierce. I just want to understand him better. And it doesn’t seem like anyone does understand him.”
           I shrugged off my thoughtful mood to prepare for Kate Farrell’s birthday. For want of any essays to write and ignoring the ever-growing list of documents to read through, I turned up in a wickedly cut halter neck which did a Grecian drape so low between my breasts, I used double-sided tape to make sure I didn’t flash all my friends when shaking my ass to David Guetta. To tame it down, I tugged on skinny jeans and gladiator heels that would give me all of two hours’ dancing before they would make me want to cut my feet off á la Saw . I met up with several people I adored and decided to have a bloody good time.
           Until Pierce walked in. Him and a stream of wide-eyed lovelies. I sent him a look of pure distaste and thought if I ignored him he’d go away. My luck was never that good, you should know.

Chapter Seven – Pierce
     
           Cari had it in for me, I realised when she sent me a dismissive look that should have made my balls shrivel up and fall off, then turned her smooth, bare back on me, her hair swinging in defiance. I wasn’t surprised at the popping eyes of the blokes standing around, all vying for her short-lived attention. I made my way to the bar, ignoring the knot in my stomach. I caught her squeal of, “My tune!”
           It was David Guetta, so she climbed like a prowling little cat onto the nearest table and began to dance as if she were in a Miami club needing to show off her Latin moves. Her feet were flying and her hips nearly vibrating they were shaking so fast. Her hands smoothed up and down her body, a siren to the guys who stared at her as if they were in a strip club and she was about to take