The Beautiful Widow - By Helen Brooks Page 0,34

studied her for a second more, the lean, strong face imperturbable. ‘Goodnight, Toni,’ he said, very softly, before turning away.

CHAPTER SIX

‘YOU COULD HAVE him for sexual harassment. From the sound of it he wouldn’t miss a million or two and you need it more than he does. Hit him where it hurts, in his wallet.’

Toni stared at her best friend; she wasn’t sure if Poppy was joking or not. Very happily married with three children under the age of five, Poppy was the typical earth mother: plump and rounded with a natural prettiness that owned nothing to cosmetics and all to good organic living. She also possessed a wicked sense of humour, which had been the thing that had drawn the two girls into a close friendship when they had met at antenatal classes. As luck would have it Poppy lived quite close to Toni’s mother and Poppy’s eldest child and the twins were due to start the same school in September. Poppy had already offered to help out, taking the twins to and from school any time Toni’s mother couldn’t, and although that wasn’t necessary Toni appreciated the offer.

‘I told you, he’s been the perfect gentleman since Monday night,’ Toni said weakly, ‘besides which if there was any sexual harassment going on I think it was more me than him.’ She glanced out of Poppy’s kitchen window to where the twins were shrieking with delight as Poppy’s eldest boy, a sturdy four-year-old with a voice like a foghorn, chased them with a small bucket of water. It was a baking hot weekend and Poppy had filled the paddling pool with tepid water after all the children had stripped down to their pants and been covered with suncream.

It had been a relief to talk the incident through with Poppy. She’d kept it to herself all week and the strain had been getting to her. Now she wondered if she’d done the right thing.

‘So he’s pretty drop-dead gorgeous, is he, this boss of yours?’ Poppy leant forward, putting her elbows on the kitchen table where they were sitting having coffee and cake. ‘Tell me all the sordid details.’

Toni smiled wryly. ‘You ought to get out more.’

‘Tell me about it.’ Poppy patted her enormous stomach wherein her fourth child lay. Besides Nathan, the four-year-old, she had David, who was three, and little Rose, who would be a year old when the new baby made its appearance. They already knew it was another girl and Poppy had decided two of each was enough and Graham, her husband, was already scheduled for the snip.

‘Seriously though,’ Poppy continued, ‘if you fancy him and he fancies you, what’s wrong with a little fling? You’re a free woman, Toni, and after the life you had with Richard a bit of rampant sex would be just the tonic you need.’

Toni eyed her friend severely. ‘For one thing he doesn’t particularly fancy me; I told you, it was more me than him.’ The recollection of how she’d practically begged him to make love to her with that kiss was still too raw to talk about in any detail, and she went on hurriedly, ‘Added to which I’ve only been a widow a matter of months and “rampant sex", as you put it, isn’t my style with a virtual stranger.’ Or anyone else, come to it. Poppy had been free with her favours before she met Graham and settled down and had hardly been able to believe it when Toni had told her Richard had been her first and only lover.

‘He won’t be a stranger the more you work with him,’ Poppy said reasonably. ‘Especially if your mother invites him to dinner.’

‘He’s my boss.’

‘So? I had great rumpy-pumpy when I worked for that marketing executive. There’s something about an office desk …’

‘This is different,’ said Toni, trying not to laugh.

‘OK, we’ll talk adult and grown-up. You kissed. No more, no less. Not exactly mind-blowing in the twenty-first century, Toni. And you let him know you enjoyed it. So what? That’s a compliment to him, surely? Far better than gagging.’

Toni giggled; she couldn’t help it. A few minutes with Poppy and she always felt better.

‘He knew all about Richard and he’d met the girls, he realised you weren’t in the running for a quick affair and so he did the decent thing and stepped back a mile or two. Respected you as a wife and mother. Well, ex-wife, but very much a mother. And now you can earn a shedload while