Free Playing the Game. (Business and Pleasures) by Valentina Lovecraft Page A

animosity.
    She had caught Rin and Jensen in a compromising position at her father’s wake and expected her to mention it at the least, but that was a week ago now and Rin could only guess that she had let that one slide.
    The train pulled into the tube station and snapped her back into reality. Oooh this is going to be weird. She thought to herself as she scanned her oyster card. The solicitor's office was a few blocks away, there is still time to get my game face on, she affirmed. I don’t need to worry about him . He was just a one-night deal; he is known for his playboy attitude. He may well have had another woman, or more in fact, since our night together last week! He isn’t going to be interested in pursuing me, even if he did, I don’t want to know . It would only cause problems at work. Yes, I'm not interested in him like that.
    So why did she still want more?
     

 
    Chapter 2
     
     
    J ensen stepped out of the company car and turned, offering his hand to his sister. Anaise instructed the driver to wait around the back and accepted his hand. Stepping onto the pavement, she straightened her Jacket and looked glumly up at the old stone building.
    “Yeah. This is going to be depressing.” Jensen offered.
    He pulled open the large glass doors of Goldberg and Sidman- his father’s solicitors, and they entered.
    The room was decorated in dark wood panels; it had an old boys club feel about the place. They were not the first to arrive. Juliet Altman had arrived with their uncle John, their father’s brother. Other familiar faces sat in the rows of chairs laid out. Sighing as he selected a seat in the back row, he thought again of how strange and wrong it was, that he would never get to share ideas or even just chat about nothing with his father. He had called to talk about his adventures every week with his father, even though he disapproved of Jensen’s carefree attitude towards work, he had supported him in his choices.
    Determined not to get upset in public, he looked out of the ancient sash window and let his thoughts drift back to the only outlet he had found since returning home to this depression: Rin.
    Jensen was thankful he had an artistic mind; he had saved the visual details of that night and accessed them often in the days since...the delicate scent of her skin as he kissed her stomach, the suppleness of her breast contrasting with her firm nipple as he had explored it with his tongue. The taste of her kiss... He could remember and imagine all he liked, but he longed for the real thing.
    The m urmuring from the vultures waiting to grab their share of his father’s life, continued on.
    The reading was supposed to have started already, he thought with agitation as he shifted position in the uncomfortable chair.
    Jensen was not interested in what he was entitled to, he already had everything he could want-apart from his father of course. He just wanted for this to be over, so he could figure out what to do next with his life.
    Turning away from the window, he scanned the room, his heart jumped then fluttered in his chest- At the other side of the room, a row down, was a glimpse of the bright fire of Rin’s hair!
    What i s she doing here? He wondered, excited but confused. When had she got here and did she see me? He pondered what to say to her; she had left without saying good-bye, and he had not heard from her again. He could have called her of course- after all, she had phoned him so her number was still in his call list, but she hadn’t actually offered to give him her number . Hmm. She must know I’m here he concluded; It is my father’s will, of course she would know I’d be here.
    He stewed on whether to talk to her or just play it cool and see what happens.
    The room fell into hush as a thin man in a black suit took a seat behind the large oak desk.
    Official papers were placed on the table, the man cleared his throat.
    “Good morning, I’m James Sidman. Thank you for your prompt arrival,