Free Twisted Love and Money by Thomas Kennedy Page B

He
caught her eye and smiled back.

Chapter
ten
     
     
    “Bite to eat?”
Dorothy suggested after the movie.
    “No thanks,”
Ann-Marie chipped in. “I have to get back, school tomorrow. You and
Jeremy work away. Seamus can get me a Taxi. I’ll see you on the
weekend Dorothy.”
     
    Dorothy had
decided that there was no way she was losing a half hour to an hour
running in and out with Ann-Marie sitting in the back seat getting
a lift home on her date with Jeremy. And if she brought Jeremy to
her parent’s home she would have to bring him in. She was not ready
for that. And she guessed, neither was Jeremy.
     
    “Fine, let’s
go,” Ann-Marie said quickly, taking Seamus by the arm.
    “Night, night,”
Jeremy said, following Dorothy towards her car.
    “Night, night,”
Seamus and Ann-Marie said simultaneously, looked at each other and
giggled.
    “What did you
think of him?” Ann-Marie asked.
    “Who Jeremy? A
bit poncy but looks very intelligent,” Seamus suggested.
    “I wonder where
Dorothy found him?” Ann-Marie said unkindly.
    “ Take me to your motor bike, take me home,” she added with a
grin.
    “I thought you
said you had to get a Taxi?”
    “I’ve changed
my mind now Dorothy is gone.”
    “O.K.” Seamus
smiled and looked very pleased.
    “Let’s walk a
little, until we are sure Dorothy is gone. I don’t want her to
know.”
    “We could stand
in the Queue for the Taxi. There are so many people out of the
Cinemas it would take a while. There is a good view from the Taxi
rank. Do you know Jeremy’s car?”
    “No, but not to
worry, let’s stand in the queue and talk. I think it is a better
idea than walking in the car park.”
    They stood
holding hands standing close together, talking and slowly moving up
the Taxi rank. Dorothy drove past in her BMW and gave a wave as
they passed.
    “Jeremy must
have a good job with a big car like that,” Seamus remarked.
    Ann-Marie said
nothing. It was her sister’s car, but then he would find out they
were rich.
    “Is money
important to you?” she asked after a moment.
    “Money, no-mon,
no-fun.” he said with a laugh.
    “Oh?” Ann-Marie
said concerned.
    “Seriously,
money is not an issue for me” Seamus continued. “ I presume you
haven’t got any Ann-Marie otherwise you would not have had to work
in that get up in the Parade?”
    “I liked your
face,” he added quickly, blushing as he remembered her low cut long
legged costume.
    “You spent a
lot of the Parade looking at my face?” Ann-Marie remarked, sensing
his discomfort. Seamus blushed. Ann-Marie looked at him in
surprise. She had not expected him to blush so readily.
    “Well of
course, I did notice the rest of you, especially when I opened the
cab door on the lorry,” Seamus replied a twinkle in his eye.
    It was
Ann-Marie’s turn to blush. “Shut up,” she said, giving him a
friendly elbow. “And don’t get any ideas Seamus. I am a respectable
girl.”
    Seamus lightly
kissed her nose. “Ann-Marie,” he said softly and put his arm around
her shoulders.
    They stood for
a moment, feeling each other’s warmth.
    “Come on,
Dorothy is well gone now. Where is the Bike? I hope you still have
a spare helmet. Otherwise it’s the Taxi for me.”
    “No worry, come
on, it is this way.”
    The Bike was
not the courier’s bike she had seen him on at the Parade.
    “Gosh,” she
said, “it’s huge. Don’t go too fast when I am a passenger. No macho
stuff all right.”
    “Don’t
worry.”
    Ann-Marie
looked at Seamus; she had such a tingle of excitement with him. He
was so big and strong and yet uncertain in how to handle her. She
wondered how he would handle the next five minutes.
    “Gosh, how do I
get on?” she asked. “My skirt is very tight.”
    Seamus had
noticed the short leather mini skirt which emphasized her soft
round figure.
    “You can’t ride
side-saddle.”
    “Don’t look
Seamus. I’ll have to pull up my skirt.”
    “Take my
jacket, it will cover up some of your