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Flick tipped in small amounts of gin, whiskey, brandy and a larger measure of some
green liquid.
She opened the fridge again. Olive?
No, thanks.
Anchovy?
I ll pass on that too.
Flick handed him a glass. Cheers.
Beck waited. She took a tiny sip.
Umm.
How bad is it?
Pretty bad, Flick admitted.
Beck took a mouthful and swallowed. Good grief. Needs the anchovy.
How can it taste so revolting? I like everything that I put in it, except for that green
thing. I ve never tried that, Flick said.
I don t think I m going to be able to drink one of these, let alone two.
Flick took it out of his hand and poured it down the sink. With my ability to cause
you serious harm, I don t think you d better drink anymore. I ve probably inadvertently
created rocket fuel.
I need something nice to get rid of the taste, Beck pulled her toward him and
hooked his legs round the back of hers. I know just the thing.
Flick had expected a hard kiss but it didn t happen. He teased her mouth, trailing
his tongue along the edge of hers, winding all her internal organs into a frenzy of
longing. Beck s hands slid up her spine and slipped into her hair, altering the position
of her head so he could kiss her more deeply.
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Their tongues tangoed, waltzed and jived. Her heart rate rocketed and she could
feel the beat in her head. No doubt now that he wanted her. The evidence lay hard
between them, pressing against her belly. Flick s hands swept over his chest, around his
nipples, tweaking them through his shirt before she dropped her fingers to the back of
his jeans, dipped under his shirt and touched hot skin. Beck groaned into her mouth.
The front door banged and they jolted apart. Beck got off the table, but they didn t
stop looking at each other.
Flick? Josh called.
In here.
Giles and Willow came in with Josh and Kirsten, and Flick knew something was
wrong. Giles face was flushed with anger and Josh wouldn t look at her. It had to be
bad.
What s the matter? she asked. Lost the quiz?
No one said anything and then Giles stepped forward, his eyes flint-hard. I m
sorry, Beck. I wanted to talk to you first but this won t wait. He turned to Flick. How
long have you been having an affair with my father?
What? Flick gasped and then gave a short laugh, but any thought this was a joke
slipped away. Her heart began a slow insistent thudding. Beck stood tense and rigid
beside her.
It s no use denying it. I heard you. I saw you, Giles said.
Flick s knees shook. I don t know what you think you heard or saw but you re
wrong. I m not having an affair with Henry. This was bloody Sally Greene all over
again. Flick hated being accused of things she hadn t done. She had no interest in her
boss Gordon and no interest in Henry. Not like that.
Giles took another step toward her. Flick held her ground.
He had his arms around you. He kissed you. He gave you a hundred quid and
said when you came to the Hall, not to let my mother see you. How long has he been
fucking you?
Flick flinched. I m not sleeping with your father. Henry s my friend.
Friends with an old man? How likely is that? Giles spat.
He s not old and he s kind to me.
Flick wanted to run away, she didn t want to hear this, but knew that would make
her look guilty.
So he s a friend who kisses you and puts his arms around you? Giles asked.
Flick s breath caught in her throat. Josh still wouldn t look at her but Kirsten,
Willow and Giles stared grim-faced. She couldn t bear to look at Beck. She tried to close
off her heart from the wave of cold water trying to sweep her away.
Did he kiss you and put his arms around you? Kirsten asked in a quiet voice.
Yes, but not like that, I was upset.
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What about? Kirsten asked.
That s my business. Flick put the barriers up. She wouldn t tell them about
Grinstead s.
What about the money? How do you explain that? Giles asked.
I earned it. I spent the day cleaning.
A hundred pounds for a few hours cleaning? Giles scoffed. Dad said he enjoyed
your little games and that you have a secret. What little games? What secret? What do
you do for your money, Flick? Wear short skirts and tight tops and parade around in
front of my mother? You tried to kiss me when Willow was only feet away. You re
nothing but a slut.
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