by Lucy Gordon
‘Twenty-six, actually. Ancient.’
‘No way. I like older men.’ She was perching on the edge of the table now, crossing her legs so that their silky perfection was on display.
‘Really?’ he said, meeting her eyes.
‘Really,’ she said in a husky voice, full of meaning.
He picked up the book. ‘Go back to your party, little girl. And be careful what you drink.’
‘I think that’s up to me,’ she said defiantly.
‘Sure. Enjoy the hangover.’
She glared but he wasn’t looking. There was nothing to do but flounce out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind her. So she did it.
She found Johnny drinking cider.
‘Your brother’s insufferable,’ she snapped.
‘I could have told you that. Dull as ditch water. I don’t know what made him arrive home tonight of all nights. He’s supposed to be studying for his exams.’
‘I thought he was already a doctor.’
‘He is. He qualified last summer. This is a different lot of exams. He’s always studying for something. Forget him and enjoy yourself. Here.’ He poured some cider into a glass for her and she drank it in one gulp. Johnny immediately refilled her glass and she drained it again.
Out of sight she clutched the edge of the table. Not for the world would she have done anything so uncool as reveal how it was affecting her. She took a deep breath against the swimming of her head, and held out her glass.
‘Fill it up,’ she commanded with bravado.
He did so, and from somewhere there was an admiring cheer. Encouraged, she seized the big plastic bottle and drained it.
When she took the floor again she found that something had happened to her. Her limbs were mysteriously light, she danced as if floating on air and her whole body seemed infused with sensuality. Partners came and went. She didn’t know who she was dancing with from one moment to the next, but she knew that none of them was the one she wanted.
‘Hey,’ she said, suddenly aware that there was a pair of unfamiliar arms about her, and she was being urged towards the door. ‘Who are you?’
‘You know me,’ somebody whispered against her mouth. It was a man, but she couldn’t think who he was. ‘And you fancy me, don’t you?’
‘Do I?’
‘’Course you do. You’re up for it, I can tell. Hey, what do you think you’re doing?’ The last words were addressed to someone who’d appeared out of nowhere and was determinedly freeing Ellie from the man’s arms. ‘Clear off.’
‘No, you clear off,’ came Andrew’s voice.
‘Now, look here-’
‘Get lost before I do something very painful to you,’ Andrew said, speaking almost casually.
‘He will too,’ Ellie remarked to nobody in particular. ‘He’s a doctor, so he’d know how.’ The whole thing suddenly seemed terribly funny and she collapsed in giggles. Strong arms held her up, but now they were Andrew’s arms.
‘Thank you, kind sir,’ she said with dignity, ‘for coming to my rescue like a knight in shining armour.’
‘What the devil have you been drinking?’ Andrew demanded, not sounding at all like a gallant knight.
‘Dunno,’ she replied truthfully. ‘It’s a party.’
‘So because it’s a party you have to pour filthy rubbish down your throat and make a fool of yourself?’ he said scathingly.
‘Who are you calling a fool?’
‘You, because you act like one.’
‘Push off,’ she said belligerently. The scene wasn’t going at all as it should. ‘I can take care of myself.’
‘Oh, yeah!’ he said, not even trying to be polite. ‘I’ve seen children who can take better care of themselves than you. Come on.’
He’d taken a firm hold of her, but not in the way that other young men tried to. More like a man clearing out the rubbish. Ellie found herself being propelled firmly to the door.
‘What d’you think you’re doing?’ she demanded.
‘Taking you home.’
‘I don’t want to go home.’ She tried to struggle but he had his hand firmly around her waist. ‘Let go!’
‘Don’t waste your energy,’ he advised her kindly. ‘I’m a lot stronger than you.’
‘Help!’ she yelled. ‘Abduction! Kidnap! Help!’
That made them sit up, she was glad to see. Heads turned. Pete appeared, blocking their path.
‘Where are you taking my girl?’ he said belligerently.
‘Who said I was your girl?’ she demanded, briefly diverted. ‘I never-’
‘Shut up, the pair of you,’ Andrew said without heat. ‘She’s not your girl because you don’t know how to look after her. And you-’ he tightened his grip on Ellie as she tried to make a bolt for it ‘-you aren’t old enough to be anybody’s girl. You’re just a daft little kid who puts on fancy clothes and her mother’s make-up and thinks she’s grown up. Now, let’s get out of here.’
‘I don’t want to get out of here.’
‘Did I ask what you wanted?’ he enquired indifferently.
‘You’ll be sorry you did this.’
‘Not half as sorry as you’ll be if I don’t.’
She redoubled her efforts to escape, but he simply lifted her off the floor and left her kicking helplessly as he pushed Pete aside and strode on. Her head was swimming from the cider and her limbs were growing heavy, but through the gathering mist of tipsiness she could see her friends sniggering at her plight.
But then-relief! Johnny appeared, also trying to block their path.
‘Put her down,’ he said. ‘She’s my girl.’
‘Another one?’ Andrew said ironically. ‘Listen, Johnny, I’ll deal with you later. Just now I’m taking Ellie home where she’ll be safe. What’s her address, by the way?’
‘Don’t tell him,’ she raged.
But Johnny had seen his elder brother’s face and decided on discretion. He gave Andrew the information with a meekness that made Ellie disgusted with him. Before she could tell him so she found she was being carried out of the room. As the door swung to she was sure she could hear a burst of laughter, and it increased her rage.
Outside the house stood the most disgusting old van she’d ever seen. She couldn’t believe he actually meant her to travel in that, but he was opening the door and shovelling her into the passenger seat. Shovelling was the only word for it. She immediately tried to break out and he slammed the door shut again.
‘We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,’ he said through the half-open window. ‘The easy way is for you to sit here quietly. The hard way is for me to chuck you in the back, lock the rear doors and keep you there until we reach the other end.’
‘You wouldn’t dare.’
He grinned. ‘Even you’re not stupid enough to believe that.’
‘Whaddaya mean? Even me?’
‘Work it out.’
As he went around to the driver’s seat she sat in sullen silence, partly because she knew he meant what he said, and partly because it was becoming hard to move. She leant her head against the back of the seat, just for a moment.
CHAPTER TWO
‘A RE you all right, darling?’ Mrs Foster’s face came into focus.
‘Mum? What-?’
Somehow the van had turned into her own bed in her own room. Her head was throbbing and her mother was smiling at her anxiously.
‘How did I-? Oh, goodness!’
She bounded out of bed and just reached the bathroom before the storm broke. When it was over and she was feeling a little better she noticed something for the first time.
She was wearing only a bra and panties. They were peach-coloured, flimsy lace, and might as well not have existed for all they concealed. Her golden dress and her tights had been removed.
When? Where? How?
She made her way carefully back to her room, and mercifully her mother was there with strong tea.
‘Did you have too much to drink last night,
dear? Andrew said you’d come over faint and asked him to bring you home, but I couldn’t help wondering-well, not to worry. I could see he’s a really nice young man.’
Oh, sure, he’s a nice young man. He stripped me almost naked while I was unconscious. And he had the unspeakable nerve to hang my dress up neatly on a hanger.
It was there, on the wardrobe, hung and straightened by skilled hands. Its very perfection was an outrage.
‘What did he tell you?’ she mumbled into her tea.
‘He brought you home, and when you got here you went straight to bed, and he sat downstairs waiting for us so that he could explain that you were already here, and we needn’t wait up.’
‘He’s Johnny’s elder brother.’
‘He told us. Apparently he’s a doctor. I always thought you liked young men to be a bit more colourful than that.’
‘He’s not a boyfriend. I only met him last night.’
‘But he’s the one you turned to when you needed help, so he must have made a big impression on you.’
‘He did that, all right,’ she muttered.
‘It’s nice to know that you’re getting so discerning now you’re growing up.’
That was the final insult. ‘Mum!’
‘What, dear?’
‘I’m seventeen. It’ll be years before I’m interested in a boring doctor. He just happened to have a car.’
‘You mean that revolting van? You must be really smitten if you liked him for that.’
‘I’m not feeling well,’ she said hastily. ‘I think I’ll go back to sleep.’
Her mother tactfully left her and Ellie snuggled down, feeling like a wrung-out rag. As she drifted off she remembered the stranger who’d tried to drag her away. She might have passed out with him instead of with Andrew, and instinct told her that he wouldn’t have simply brought her home and put her to bed.
Try as she might she couldn’t recall Andrew removing her clothes and putting her to bed. He was rude and insufferable, but he’d saved her from a nasty fate. What was more, he’d seen her almost naked, which none of her boyfriends had. It was maddening to think that he might have looked at her with admiration, and she hadn’t known.
But as the waves of sleep came over her again, she began to dream. She was in a moving vehicle that stopped suddenly. The door beside her opened and she was pulled out so that she fell against a man who picked her up in his arms as easily as if she’d weighed nothing.
He was carrying her-there was the click of the front door, then the feel of climbing. It felt good to rest against him-safe and warm. Somehow her arm had found its way around his neck, her face was buried against him, and she could hear the soft thunder of his heartbeat.
They were in her room and she was being lowered gently onto the bed. His face swam in and out of her consciousness, lean, serious, the mobile features full of expression-if only she could read it.
But then the darkness obscured everything, and she was sinking down, down into deep sleep, leaving the dream and its mysteries for another time.
Her very first hangover was a grim experience, but by late afternoon she’d rejoined the human race. Soon Andrew would drop by to see how she was. Their eyes would meet, and each would see in the other’s the memory of last night.
She dressed plainly in trousers and top, and applied only the very slightest make-up. This elegant restraint would make him forget the juvenile who’d aroused his scorn. He would be intrigued. They would talk and he would discover that she had a brain and a personality as well as a beautiful shape. He would become her willing slave, and that would serve him right for dismissing her as a kid.
But it wasn’t Andrew who called. Only Johnny.
Rats!
‘Hallo, Johnny,’ she said, trying not to sound as disappointed as she felt.
‘You better now? You were looking pretty green when I last saw you.’
‘I wonder why,’ she said pointedly.
‘Yeah, right,’ he mumbled. ‘It was my fault. No need to keep on. I’ve had it all from Andrew.’
‘Oh?’ she said carelessly. ‘What did he say?’
‘What didn’t he say?’ Johnny struck a declamatory attitude. “‘Pouring cider down the throat of a silly girl who hasn’t got two brain cells to rub together-”’
‘Who’s he calling silly?’ she demanded indignantly. This scene wasn’t going to plan, but how could it when the leading man was missing?
‘Why don’t we go back to your home now?’ she suggested casually. ‘Then I can thank him.’
‘He’s not there. This morning he took off to visit his girlfriend.’
‘What? How long for?’
‘Dunno! Lilian’s studying for medical exams too, so they’ll probably work together. I’ll bet they study far into the night, and then go to bed to sleep. And that’s all he’ll do. He’s got ice water in his veins.’
As in a flash of lightning she saw Andrew’s face leaning over her as he began to remove her clothes. Not ice water.
Then the lightning was gone, and she was here again with Johnny, suddenly realising how young he was. How could she ever have been flattered by the admiration of this boy?
But for the next few days she still hung around with him, had supper at his house, just in case Andrew appeared. But he didn’t, and after four days she gave this up. She told Andrew’s mother that she was so sorry to have missed him, and she would write him a note of thanks. Sitting at the kitchen table, she applied herself.
Dear Andrew,
I shall give this note to your mother, and ask her to make sure that you get it. I owe you my thanks-for the help you gave me at the party the other night.
Good. Dignified and restrained, and giving no clue to her real thoughts: You’re a dirty, rotten so-and-so for not coming to see me.
‘There are two “esses” in passionate,’ said Andrew’s voice over her shoulder.
She jumped with sheer astonishment. ‘What-? I didn’t-’
‘And one “y” in undying, and one “u” in gratitude.’
She leapt up to confront him. ‘What are you on about?’ she demanded. She could have screamed at being caught unawares after all her careful plans. Once again life had handed her the wrong script.
But his face came out of the right script. It was tired and pale, as if he’d studied too long, but his eyes held a glowing light that made her want to smile.
‘I was writing you a note to thank you for your help, but I never said anything about passionate, undying gratitude.’
He took it from her and studied the few words regretfully. ‘You just hadn’t reached that bit yet,’ he suggested.
‘In your dreams! Just because a person is being polite, that doesn’t mean that another person can go creeping up behind them and-and make fun of them-when all a person was doing was-was-’
‘Being polite,’ he supplied helpfully.
‘I’d have thanked you myself if you’d still been around next day.’
‘I thought I’d better not be,’ he said quietly.
Suddenly she was growing warm, as though he’d openly referred to the way he’d undressed her. She turned away so that he shouldn’t see how her cheeks were flaming.
The next moment the rest of the family entered the kitchen. There were greetings, laughter, surprise.
‘I thought you were staying until the end of the week,’ his mother said.
‘Oh, you know me,’ Andrew said carelessly. ‘Always chopping and changing.’
‘You? Once you’ve decided on something it’s like arguing with a rock.’
Andrew merely gave the calm smile that Ellie was to come to know. It meant that other people’s opinions washed off him.
‘I feel sorry for Lilian, if she marries you,’ Grace teased.
‘She won’t,’ Andrew said mildly. ‘Too much good sense.’
‘Sense?’ Grace echoed, aghast. ‘Is that what you say about the love of your life? Don’t you thrill when you see her? Doesn’t your heart be
at with anticipation, your pulse-?’
‘Whoever invented kid sisters ought to be shot,’ Andrew observed without heat.
‘Who’s a kid?’ Grace demanded. ‘I’m seventeen.’
‘From where I’m standing that’s a kid,’ Andrew teased.
Grace took hold of Ellie’s arm. ‘Come on, let’s go upstairs and play my new records.’
‘No, let’s help your mother lay the table,’ Ellie said quickly. Anything was better than being bracketed with Andrew’s ‘kid’ sister.
After the meal they all went out into the garden and watched fireflies, talking about nothing in particular. When the rest went in she hung back, touching his arm lightly so that he turned and stayed with her.
‘I didn’t say thank you properly,’ she said.
In the darkness she could just make out his grin. ‘You were saying different at the time. Nothing was bad enough for me.’
‘Well-I wasn’t quite myself.’
‘You were smashed. Not a pretty sight. And very dangerous.’
‘Yes, I might fall into the hands of a man who’d undress me while I was unconscious,’ she pointed out. ‘That could be dangerous too.’
She wasn’t really annoyed with him for undressing her, but for some reason she wanted to talk about it.
‘What are you saying? Are you asking me if I ravished you?’
She smiled at him provocatively. ‘Did you?’
‘Stop playing games with me, Ellie,’ he said quietly. ‘You’re too young and ignorant about men to risk this kind of conversation.’
‘Is it risky?’
‘It would be with some men. It’s not with me because I know how innocent you really are, and I respect it.’
‘You mean I mustn’t ask if you “ravished” me?’
He was angry then. ‘You know damned well I didn’t.’
‘How do I know?’
‘Because you’d know if I had.’
‘So why undress me at all?’
‘If I’d just dumped you into bed fully clothed your mother would have guessed that you were incapable. I was trying to make everything look as normal as possible. But I’m a doctor. I’m used to naked bodies, and yours meant nothing to me.’
