Free Guess Who I Pulled Last Night? by Nikki Ashton Page B

still didn’t look very professional.  She ignored it,
hoping that by not looking at it would make it disappear.
    “Oh good; it’s just that Paul said that he would show me
around, but he’s had to take a business call.  He said that you would be
happy to do so, but like I said, if yer busy?”
    “No I'm not busy, that would be fine. We could start with
the consultant’s office.”
    “Grand.” Niall Devine started to make his way out of the
office.
    “Shit head,” muttered Charlotte, trailing behind him,
quickly swapping her diamond ring to her left hand.
     
    Bets was just checking the time of her next client when the door
burst open, she glanced up, expecting Jane’s eyebrow shape, but then had to do
a double take; it was Stuart.  She looked around the salon, glad that both
Cheryl and Jane were busy in their treatment rooms. She didn’t want Stuart to
become public knowledge just yet.
    “Hello, what are you doing here?” she asked moving towards
him.
    “I realised that last night, when I got home, I haven’t got
your number.  So I looked up the salon in the directory, and well here I
am.”  Stuart smiled and then quickly pecked her on the cheek. 
Blushing slightly he now stepped back, worried that he had over stepped the
line, but Bets gleamed back.
    “Fancy me forgetting to give you my number,” Bets reached
across the reception desk and picked up a business card and a pencil.  “That’s
the salon number, and then here…” she paused as she scribbled down a series of
numbers on the card, “is my mobile number.  I’d love to offer you a
coffee, but I’ve got another client in about ten minutes.” 
    Bets was anxious not to push Stuart out, but was also
anxious to avoid any questions from Holmes and Watson when they had finished
with their current clients.
    “I’ve got to be at my accountant’s office soon anyway, so
don’t worry.  I’ll call you tonight, is that okay?”  Stuart inclined
his head closer to Bets, who fought the urge to kiss him there and then.
    “Can’t wait, I’ll speak to you later then, bye.” Just as the
door closed behind him Bets heard one of the treatment rooms open behind her.
    “Phew, close shave.”
     
    As she walked among the throng of shoppers, Kerry wondered
what she was doing here.  Why was she shopping for the third day on the
run?  She glanced down at the bags in her hand, realising that she had
probably bought another load of clothes that she would never wear.  Guilt
had taken over her though, and she had actually got a shirt for Kelvin, and a
little jacket for Esme.  
    A dress in a shop window caught her eye, and she decided to
go inside; one last stop before going home.  The store was full of young
girls shopping for outfits that barely covered them.  Obviously, the
skimpier the better, Kerry thought, as she held up a tiny piece of cloth
between her fingers. She continued to rummage among the sequins and lace until
she found something her size, then pushing through the gaggle of girls around
the racks, she made her way to the changing room. Once inside Kerry propped her
bags against the wall, before slipping off her clothes. She glanced at herself
in the full-length mirror, grateful for the creaming routine that she had
followed when she was expecting Esme; there was not a stretch mark in
sight.  In fact, she was slightly slimmer now than just before she'd been
pregnant; she never seemed to have time to eat these days. The dress was cheap
to buy, and Kerry could see why once it was on.  The seams weren’t exactly
straight. The cerise coloured, sheer fabric overlay, was slightly off centre to
the black Lycra underneath. One or two of the silver sequins were hanging from
the shoelace straps, but Kerry didn’t think that it would be difficult to sew
them back on again; if she actually wore it.  As she pulled it down to add
some extra length, Kerry realised that it wasn’t exactly what a wife and mother
should be wearing, it was cheap