Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Still steaming from my shower, my hair turbaned into a towel, I examine the two dresses I brought with me. I’m not sure how formal the Threesome are with dinner, so I packed choices.

I hold them up to Ryan. “Which dress do you think I should wear? Christmas red with sparkly bits, or classic ‘little black dress’?”

“Not the red,” says Ryan. “That satin will show every mark.”

“Why should it get marked? We're only having dinner.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, tugging off his boots and smiling away from me. “I’m going for my shower.”

?

Mmmm…

Standing in front of the mirror, I switch on the hair-drier, brushing through my long locks, easing them to lie as I want, slightly covering my left cheek.

Ryan comes up close behind me. Taking me by the shoulders, he presses lips to the cheek, then in the mirror, his eyes meet mine. “You shouldn’t be so self-conscious about it. It barely shows. And in any case, you are still a beautiful woman; the most beautiful I know.”

“I… I still prefer to cover it if I can,” I stutter. I angle my face to the mirror, tracing a fingertip down the jagged red scar down the side of my face.

After my time in hospital, my months invalided, all my other injuries healed, but this…

An extra layer of foundation…

And some blusher…

Then no-one will see it…

*****

“Dinner is served!” James’ voice reverberates from the kitchen.

We head for the dining room. Out in the hall, Charlotte and Mitch descend the stairs, Mitch carrying Cara.

Mitch looks amazing. In a dress of jade, her hair is set in an elaborately up-style and at her neck she wears the silver and emerald necklace. The matching combs glint green against her copper-red hair.

Charlotte looks equally good. Although she still has much of her ‘pregnant shape’, the gown she wears emphasises her height and her much-expanded bosom but drapes smoothly over her expanded stomach.

Michael and Larry enter together, wearing their sweaters in a kind of protective fraternity, Rudolph side by side with the penguin, each refusing to meet each other’s eyes. Charlotte and Mitch exchange giggles as their men sit beside them.

Richard and Beth join us, she leaning on his arm, waddling a bit as he guides her to sit next to Charlotte. But Beth too, for all her advanced pregnancy, looks spectacular, in a dress chosen to make the best of her inflated stomach and bosom.

Michael aims a finger at Richard. “If you think you’re getting away with the suit and shirt, you’re mistaken. If the rest of us have to dress like idiots, so do you.”

Mitch turns to him, her voice all innocence. “Idiots, Michael?”

He turns to her, bowing elaborately. “My apologies, Mitch. If the rest of us have to meet your high sartorial standards, so does Richard.” He turns back to Beth’s elegantly dressed husband. “Go and change.”

James enters carrying a platter of smoked salmon, bedded on a green salad and dressed with sliced lemons.

Richard demurs, smirking…. “The meal’s arrived. If I take the time to change, the food will be cold.”

Michael takes on a quite untypical heartless tone. “Smoked salmon doesn’t go cold. Neither does melon. We’ll wait.”

James, Rudolph staring out from his chest, sets down the platter. “I’ll be back in in a sec with the soup. It’s just under the grill now.”

Hope lights up Richard’s face but Michael interrupts, “Just hold the soup for five minutes will you, James. Richard wants to change into something more appropriate. We don’t want his starter to go cold.”

James measures the billionaire’s perfectly cut, hand-stitched suit with his eye and his face stone-walls. “Yes, quite right. We’ll wait for you, Richard.”

Next to me Ryan, in his silk shirt and tie, lets out a slow release of air.

“Just realising what a narrow escape you had?” I murmur.

He scratches his nose and sniffs. “Mmmph…”

James gives a satisfied chuckle and vanishes from the dining room. Five minutes later, at the sound of

takes his place,

his face almost as red

up a bottle. “Red or white,

“Red for me, please.”

moves around the table, pouring wine

food. “Larry, French onion soup, melon or

shifts his gaze

He’s always watching her…

platter, radiating good humour as he serves himself a generous helping, squeezing lemon juice over the fish with obvious

him, looks down sidelong at his plate, her mouth twisting. “I don’t know how

sensitive to anything

melon. “You’ve visited Scandinavia,

Larry… “… at one time or another. In fact…” His eye crosses the table to Richard’s sweater, then he twists side-on

then props her chin on a fist. “No, I don’t think you

Or just Tomten… Anyway, Tomten gives presents to all the…” He makes air commas with paired fingers… “… good little boys and girls, but whereas Father Christmas here comes in the night down the chimney and leaves the

as

Santa ever visited her

…

Or him?

on Christmas Eve to meet the children. So…” He stabs at another slice of salmon… “This is excellent, James...” He swallows the salmon, washing it down

say, ‘Yes’. So, then he’ll sit them on his knee…” Larry shifts to a fake and slightly comic Swedish accent… “So, Inga… You have been a good little girl? Or… Gunnar, so

“And of course, it would be rude not to offer Tomten hospitality, so the parents

so far…” says

does…” He grins and takes

he setting out to get

Or… actually, genuinely, relaxing?

part. But… there are also what you might call professional Father Christmases. The parents book them beforehand, tell them a bit about the kids and what they’ve done that year, give

his glass in paired hands. “I’m

at him. “So, if Tomten has, say, twenty bookings on Christmas Eve, by the end of the afternoon, he’s visited twenty houses, handed out

a finger at him…” …

uncommon to visit the town centre in Sweden to find two dozen

laughing. Mitch gets a fit of

ever been to Sweden, Mitch?” I

her eyes. “Sweden no. But Larry took me

“Really? That sounds marvellous.”

marvellous, yes.” She speaks slowly. “One of the best weeks I’ve ever had.

up her glass. “But you

rolls eyes. “Oh, some of it I liked. I remember there was a tiny little cafe. It only had a couple of chairs and those were outside on the street. There must have been two feet of snow, but they did a hot salmon soup. The

the tall, fair-haired man next to her, and her

watching her

salmon soup was great. But the rest of it…”

a smile. “In fact…” he says… “… If I am not much mistaken...” He hesitates, glances at Charlotte, and then very obviously, closes his mouth,

down to her plate. Blinking, she sips at her wine.

between Charlotte and Mitch. “I worked it out. Not at the time obviously…” His voice turns dry… “… I was missing certain crucial information then. It was only much later

and Michael exchange baffled

I missing something?” says

what are you both

head. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s not for me to speak unless your mother

about something. “Whatever it is, it sounds important.” Her words shift to a hiss. “You can’t just leave it like that.” In her arms, Cara whimpers and fusses. Larry winces

Wishing he’d not spoken?

hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, Babe. Sometimes people have private stuff between them.

don’t mind. It’s just a bit… er…

confessions…” Then he turns, aiming his words at Charlotte. “Twenty-six years ago, I took your mother to

“Why did you

heaven. “It was Christmas. She wanted snow…”

was new to her and at first, meals-wise, she stayed with what was familiar; porridge and fruit for breakfast. That