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to my feet. Every boyfriend I've had has never been good
enough for him. Always picking faults until I have no choice but to
see them myself. But this time it's different. This is a different
game altogether.
    'It's you who wanted us to
do this. I'm playing a game. It's not like I love him or anything.
You and me are different. We are solid. It's not fake.'
    'Well you looked kinda
cosy in his car. Not like hard work at all,' he moans.
    'For fucks sake, George
what do want from me? Maybe, we shouldn't do this if you're going
to be like this,' I snap.
    He looks up at me with a
glazed expression and I groan. Storming to the bedroom, I pull out
the spare bedding and throw it on him.
    'Sleep it off and then
decide whether you want to continue with this or not. But whatever
you decide get this, you and I are not going to happen and I will
do everything in power to make sure I win.'
    I go into my bedroom and
slam the door. I know I'm being harsh, but he needs to understand
that he can't always have his own way. Climbing into bed, I wonder
what would happen if he called off the bet. Would I still see
Harry? Could I just carry on in the hope that I will be more than
his one night stand? George said no sex, but is that really
plausible in this day and age. My ego wants to find out if I am
good enough. Whether I can get him into bed despite
George.
    It's not like I've never
had one night stands before. I enjoy sex and the flirtation with
different people and I am happy to be the one that climbs in the
taxi afterwards with false promises of calling back. Only a few
conquests have made me call back, but they never lasted
long.
    I drift into a sleep where
I dream about Harry. We are both in the library and he's fucking me
against that rickety railing. His plunges are causing me to cry out
as my body responds to his. I can see the floor below us and the
precarious position I'm in excites me even more. I find I am barely
clinging on to the railing but trusting him to keep hold. Finally
with a few hard thrusts he's hit the spot and letting me go I'm
falling hard.
    When I awake I find myself
on my stomach, hand clenching the wrought iron bedstead, biting the
pillow, barely able to breathe. My body still shuddering from my
sleepy orgasm. A little flustered, I stumble from the bed and make
my way out to the kitchen, I need cold water to cool down. I start
at the dark shadow in my kitchen and then I remember that I'd left
George sleeping on my sofa.
    'Hey, you ok?' I
ask.
    'Yeah, just feel kinda
stupid. I'm sorry for being a cock,' he says.
    'I'll forgive you this
time, but you got to get your head together. I hate it when you're
like that.'
    'That's why I've decided
that if we do this we do it properly. Paperwork, the lot. Then you
know that you'll get the money when you win.'
     

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
     
     
     
    The document sits between
us like some deeds from the gods. Looking down, I feel a little
dread. Maybe this really isn't a good idea. I've had some fun with
Harry and to make matters worse Katherine has left messages about
our appointments. Appointments I've been putting off. I'm not sure
if I can look that woman in the eye after I've had my tongue down
her husband's throat. But I can't ignore her forever, because not
only will she be suspicious, I also need the money.
    'Why do I feel like I'm
going to sign my soul over,' I say.
    George is sitting down
opposite and I can see there's tension in his face. What has
started out as a drunken challenge is now becoming serious. We’re
both about to embark on something that could possibly change things
between us and I'm not sure that I'm ready. Do I really need this
new studio? I'm quite happy where I am.
    'Just look it over first,'
he says stiffly. 'You've got to know that I've decided against
involving Katherine. She's got to look the innocent in this. She
already knows that Harry is showing an interest in someone new, but
she's no idea that it's you.'
    'But you said she wants
this?' I