by Nicole Casey
Could I find the words to express how I felt for her? Surely this was the moment to say “I love you” for the first time in my life.
Yet, something was holding me back. The words just didn’t want to reach my lips.
A noise from the stairs. That must be the little sister I had spoken to on the phone.
This was going to be even more awkward than I had expected it to be.
I turned round to the sister with a fake smile on my face. The smile was frozen when I saw a young man wearing just boxer shorts bounding down the stairs.
I had no idea what I said next but I knew that a few minutes later I was sitting in my car, banging the leather steering with my fist and cursing my luck as well as my stupidity.
11
Janie
I had woken up naked and in a strange bed. My head was pounding and I had no idea where I was.
Oh my God! What had I got up to after the pub? My brain raced ahead to try and work out how I had ended up here. This was the first time in my life that I had woken up with no idea where I even was.
Eventually, I saw the Tinkerbell posters on the wall and worked out that I had slept in Daisy’s room. It all started to slowly fall into place.
Mike had stayed the night so that he didn’t need to go home drunk at an ungodly hour. I didn’t want Daisy to come home and find him in her bed, so I had used her room and Mike had slept in mine.
It was still dark outside, though, so why had I woken up so early? I should have slept till at least midday after last night’s events.
The doorbell buzzed and I worked out that it had woken me up when it has rang before. I jumped up and opened the door before remembering that I had slept naked for the first time in my adult life too.
My wet clothes from the night before were still lying in a heap on the floor so I grabbed an old Def Leppard t-shirt and put it on. I knew that I looked awful but I guessed that it was either Daisy coming home early or else the Jehovah’s Witnesses looking to save my soul again. Either way, I would be back in bed in less than a minute.
I looked on in horror as Frank Sanchez stood at the other side of the door. He was as immaculately dressed as ever and I felt like a silly little girl with nothing but my baggy old t-shirt on. It was so awkward that I had no idea what to say or do.
I guided him to the dining room table with my head thumping. All that vodka and fresh orange juice had given me a nightmare hangover.
It was almost impossible to look decent with only the t-shirt on, so I opted to stand still and cross my arms in front of me. Even then, I knew that I was horribly exposed.
My throat felt like a piece of sandpaper. I could barely concentrate on what Frank said but I knew that it was important if he had come to my house to talk to me at this time of day. Was he asking for forgiveness or had he come over to sort out my contractual situation in the clinic?
If only I could find the words to excuse myself for a few minutes to get showered, put on some decent clothes and get something to drink. He kept talking and I had no option but to try and find a way of understanding it all.
He was telling me something about Heidi and him not taking advantage of other nurses. The words hung in the air in front of me but I was struggling to make sense of them. My bladder was full to bursting point and I hopped from one foot to another, desperate to go to the bathroom.
This was the worst morning of my life.
Frank was looking over my shoulder now. What was he looking at?
Oh no! Mike was coming down the stairs cheerily and only wearing his underwear. The two men looked at each other and I wanted to find a big rock to crawl under. Why didn’t the idiot put his pants on when he woke up?
This couldn’t have looked any more like a casual, one-night fling even if we had tried. Mike stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs. I could almost hear the gears whirring in his head as he tried to work out what was happening.
“Hi, you must be Janie’s father. I’m Mike.”
I felt even more awful now, and I could see the blood rain from Frank’s face. For a second I thought he was going to hit Mike but he just stared coldly at him before turning to me.
“I see that the mistake is mine this time. Goodbye Jane.” He turned and walked towards the door, a perfect image of hurt pride and cool dignity.
The words still wouldn’t form in my head. I hadn’t said a single word since he had arrived, had I?
“I hope your father isn’t too upset about seeing me here, Janie.”
The words were slowly coming to my mouth, too late to make a difference now.
“He’s not my father. My parents are dead, Mike.” This was the first time I had used those words and it just sounded so wrong.
“Wait, so who was that guy?” I waited patiently for the thoughts to come together in his head. “Jesus, that was your hot boss that you did the deed with out in the garden?”
“Yes. That was Frank.”
“I’m sorry. I genuinely thought…Do you want me to run after him and explain? There might still be time.”
“No, just leave him. I think this relationship was doomed from the start, anyway.”
“What did he say? Did he come here to try and seduce you again? And why are you half naked? Did I disturb something?”
I sighed and then rushed off to the bathroom.
When I got back, refreshed and now fully dressed, Mike had prepared coffee and laid out some cookies he had found. He had also put on his pants at last.
The cookies were Daisy’s favorites but I was so famished that I ate some anyway. I would deal with her fury about it when the time came.
The coffee felt good as is slid down my throat and brought me slowly back to life.
“What did your boss say?” Mike was clearly a lover of gossip and he was desperate to find out what had happened before he came downstairs.
“He told me that it was a mistake. That he didn’t take advantage of his nurses normally.”
“Well, that’s something. Did he say the three magic words?”
“Only if they are ‘you’re the first’?”
“You mean you took away his virginity? You naughty girl.”
“No. I think he meant that I was the first nurse he had taken advantage of. Or fallen in love with. Oh, I don’t know anything anymore. Just make me some more coffee.”
Mike silently obeyed and came back with two more cups of it along with more cookies. He was a good person to have around at a time of crisis that called for lots of caffeine and cookies.
“Why would he come here at whatever Godforsaken time of day this is if he just wanted to say that he had taken advantage of you but you were the first?”
“To say sorry? To take advantage of me again? Who knows how men’s minds work in these things? I wish you were gay so you could help me out here.”
“So do I sometimes.”
The two of us laughed. The coffee was starting to take effect and life didn’t seem quite so bad after all.
“What are you going to do, Janie?”
“I can feel a plan forming in my head.”
“Uh huh.”
“I need to get him alone in a situation in which I am comfortable and in control.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that. Do you have a leather catsuit and a whip you could use?”
“Maybe it’s time for me to show that I’m the kind of woman that Frank needs in his life.”
12
Frank
I had decided to put Janie behind me and get on with my life.
At least I could now look myself in the mirror again and say that I had tried to change my life. If it didn’t work out then that’s just how life disappoints us all at times.
I threw myself into my work with an apparent enthusiasm that I hadn’t shown in years. I didn’t feel as enthusiastic as I looked but I was sure that burying myself in my work would give me back the reason for living that I needed.
Three appointments with big stars were lined up for th
e next couple of days and it looked like I was going to have a lot on my plate in the coming weeks.
Heidi was glowing with pleasure now.
“It’s good to see you back to your old self, Frank. We missed you.”
“This is what I do best. I fulfill other people’s dreams for them.” I could have added that I did it instead of fulfilling my own but I left it there.
To be honest, I still hadn’t forgiven Heidi for lying to Janie but perhaps it had all worked out for the best. If she had gone rushing straight into bed with another man then it was clear that she wasn’t the right person for me.
Yet, as each working day ended I felt a loneliness settle over me that I had never felt before. I used to love working out in the gym and then watching a movie but it all seemed to have lost its appeal now.
I started staying at work later and later each day, to avoid going home to a big, empty house. The joy of living alone that I had always appreciated so much now seemed so pointless.
That night, I had a special appointment with one of my most famous clients to date. This lady was currently the planet’s hottest actress but she needed my help to sort out her ears, which she had always had a complex about since she was a kid and got bullied for them.
We arranged to go out for a meal in the city’s best and most expensive restaurant. Most people couldn’t get a table here unless they booked months in advance, but all I had to do was call and tell them what time I wanted to eat.
I looked around the room as I waited for her to turn up fashionably late. This was where I usually felt most at home. I wondered whether Janie would like it or find it all a bit too posh and intimidating.
The actress looked stunning as she walked in. All of the heads in the room turned as she swished past their tables, wearing a dress that was somehow elegant despite revealing more of her breasts and legs to the world than if she had only worn shorts and a bikini top.
She sat down across from me and I felt the jealousy of every man in the room turned towards me. Did we look like the world’s most perfect couple? Could I find happiness with a woman like this?
Maybe the key to my future lay in finding someone on the same social level as me.
“I adoro this place, Frank. It suits my image so much.”
“It does. You look as though you belong here.”
“I spent two hours getting ready to come here but maybe I needed another one. Is my coiffure just perfect or does it need to be touched up?
“It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“I worried that I might be showing too much escote. Am I ravishing or did I veer a soupçon towards vulgar?”
“Ravishing. Your cleavage is magnificent as always.”
“I love this petit necklace that my second husband bought for me. My amigos tell me that it brings out the color in my eyes and lights up my smile like the aurora borealis.”
“Yes, it is beautiful.”
“Oh Frank, my ears are just my only debolezza. I do hope that you can give me cute little ears like Brigette or Sophia. I adore my neck and chin but I need to hide my ears as though they were some sort of…ordure.”
This excruciating and one-sided conversation carried on throughout the meal.
Were her eyes suitably sfumato? Had she lost weight or was her cleavage a little sobrepeso? The actress was obsessed with her own looks and with adding in a bewildering mixture of foreign words, even if she didn’t really seem to know what some of them meant.
Of course, this is the sort of painful conversation that I was used to with my clients. Just about every one of my clients was like this woman; vain, self-obsessed and a crushing bore to be with.
She might be one of the planet’s most beautiful women but I didn’t know how any man could spend more than an hour in her company without losing the will to live. Once you had seen her plunging escote and been dazzled by her petit necklace all you were left with was vanity and empty words.
The image of Janie came into my head. Was she as attractive as this woman in front of me? Probably not in the classic sense of the word, no.
However, she had what the actress would probably call je ne sais quoi. Janie was fun to be with for her body and for her mind. She was funny, she was bright, and she made me feel good about life.
I recalled Janie’s charming way of always turning the conversation towards me and asking me questions that no-one else had ever asked. She had asked me about whether I liked my job and had encouraged me to open up about my feelings.
Did this world famous actress even remember who she was with? To her, I was just another faceless admirer who was there to shower her with compliments and make her feel like the most attractive, important person on the planet.
“Ooh, caldo, caldo, caldo!” She screamed dramatically after tasting the soup. “Mozo, my soup is far too hot for human consumption. I can’t afford to scald my lips or ruin my voix for your fault.”
I tried not to laugh as I imagined how Janie would gently poke fun as this horrendous woman I was working for.
The conversation finally got round to her ears. She hated them and wanted them to be smaller, more rounded and infinitely sexier. Could I do it? I sure could.
I told her that I could do it next week but that wasn’t going to suit her schedule.
“I start filming with Michael next month. He is such an amore but I can’t afford to turn up with bandages on my ears. I need you start work pronto or the whole thing will be terribly stressful for poor Michael.”
My brain was working overtime to see how I could fit her in tomorrow. Sure, I could work pretty much non-stop for the next couple of days and fit everything in. It would be worth it.
“Sure, tomorrow is fine by me.”
“Maqnifique! There’s just one tiny little problema.”
“Yes?”
“I need to be in Las Vegas tomorrow. For the ensayo, capiche?”
When I spoke to this actress I was glad that I had learned Spanish with my Mexican relatives as a kid and listened to a lot of Italian music, as it was the only way I could at least get a grip on at least part of what she was saying.
“I have a colleague who has a clinic in Las Vegas. I can do the job there if that suits you.”
At least the hard work and the traveling would take my mind off other matters. I could maybe stay for a week and do some networking to look for other clients there too. It could turn out to be just the break that I needed.
“Meraviglioso!
13
Janie
I looked at the giant mansion and tried to control my nerves. I failed.
The night was falling and Frank Sanchez’s home looked utterly enchanting in the fading light. It was located in the city’s most exclusive neighborhood and I had never set foot here in my life before now.
The property looked empty and I wondered why Frank lived alone in such a huge house. Didn’t he get bored and lonely there by himself? I know I would if I had all those rooms to rattle around in and no-one to talk to.
I imagined dining on spaghetti and meatballs with Daisy at a huge table. Would there be servants there to attend to our every whim and look horrified as we slurped away happily?
I crept around to the front door, feeling like a fish out of water and trying my very best to not be noticed by anyone. There appeared to be no-one around in the entire neighborhood but I guessed that several CCTV cameras were now trained on me.
I walked up to the entrance and found an entry system that looked like it belonged in a NASA building. I tentatively pressed the biggest button and waited.
Nothing happened.
I pressed again and was about to give up when a little old man came walking slowly towards me from inside the property. He looked either Latin or Asian, with one of those faces that told of a long, hard life.
The man was holding a rake in his hands. His eyes wrinkled up as he looked at me suspiciously through the gate.
“Dr. Frank no here.”
“Is he at the clinic
?”
“Who you?”
“Dr. Frank clinic?” I decided that matching his Pidgin English was the best approach, even if I felt very foolish doing it.
“Dr. Frank Las Vegas”
“Las Vegas? What’s he doing in Las Vegas?”
“Las Vegas.”
“Yes, I got that. Thanks.”
The old man started to walk away but then stopped and turned round to look at me. He scrutinized me from head to toe and then took a step towards me.
“You Yanie?”
“What?”
“Yanie. You Yanie?”
“Janie? Yes, that’s me?”
His wise old eyes lit up and a huge smile showed yellow teeth with several gaps in them. Despite this, it was one of the nicest and most genuine smiles I had ever seen.
The door creaked open and I wondered why the mention of my name had magically gained me entry to this exclusive, high-security mansion. How did he even know who I was?
The gardener or housekeeper or whoever he was left me by the pool while he went away to do something. I no longer had any idea what was happening and decided to go with the flow.
I looked at my reflection in the shimmering water of the pool and imagined swimming here with Frank by my side. To be honest, we were skinny dipping in my fantasy and it was delicious.
It was a fabulous infinity pool that overlooked the city and had a giant statue of Buddha at each side of it. There was a feeling of peace about the property that I hadn’t expected.
The house itself was Mexican in style and looked as though it was completely spotless. I had never wanted to live in this sort of mansion or felt any jealousy towards the people who did. Yet, something about this place made me feel much more at home than I had imagined.
“Are you Janie? We’ve been hoping you would turn up.”
