want to drag her behind a door, behind a curtain, behind a screen, and slip between her thighs without a single word of explanation. OK, it’s a fact: I have a thing for her. It’s nothing mysterious – I’m a young man and all my parts are in working order. I repeat it to myself ten times over while spewing a bunch of bullshit at her. I’m just a man.
Then, suddenly, Rebecca drags her away.
I follow them, hang around near the staircase they went up. After a while Rebecca comes down, and as soon as she notices me, she does the same as any other slut: mouth gaping, tongue hanging out, wide eyes, a smirk – the full shebang. She grabs me by the arm, tells me Penny’s coming down in a minute, and in the meantime I can go to the basement with her to grab some wine.
Of course I’ll go to the basement with you, my dearest little bitch.
Her boyfriend with his douchebag face doesn’t even notice, or maybe he’s just happy every time someone does him the favour of fucking his woman, since he’s barely able to stand with all that coke up his nose.
We go downstairs to a temperature-controlled room, all wood and white plaster, packed with rows and rows of bottles. We reach the far wall, where the rarest, most expensive vintages are kept.
Rebecca begins to run her hands over the necks of the bottles as she watches me, then she takes one and caresses it in a suggestive way. There’s a strange blue light in her eyes as she comes up to me, and now she’s running her hands up and down her body, twisting and turning like a snake, only one thing on her little mind. She’s stroking my arms, my stomach, the crotch of my pants. ‘You’re very sexy, you know, Marcus.’
‘I am. And you?’
‘I’m better than Penny.’
I give her an oblique smile. ‘Are you sure about that?’
‘Yup.’
‘Let’s see. Take your clothes off.’
Rebecca gives a low laugh and starts to undo the zipper at the side of her dress. She slides it down, all sensual and slow. The dress falls on to the dusty floor. Now she’s standing there in a lace bodysuit, squeezed into it like a herring through the eye of a needle.
‘Take it all off,’ I command.
She’s loving how firm I am with her – she’s licking her lips and her face is flushed. She’s fully naked now, with her small but perfect tits and her Brazilian wax.
I shake my head. ‘No,’ I say in my coldest voice. ‘I can see now. You’re not in any way better than my Penny.’
Her eyes widen and she looks like a rabbit caught in headlights. ‘But . . .’
‘I’m sorry, but my dick just won’t cooperate,’ I tell her. ‘In fact, seeing you naked like that just makes me want to fuck Penny even harder.’
‘That bitch! I’m sure she’s paying you! But I’ll give you more – I have my chequebook upstairs. How’s two thousand dollars sound to you?’
‘I’d need a whole lot more than a couple of grand, believe me. But it’s not a question of money – I just find you repulsive. I have no intention of getting down in the filth and slime alongside you, you know.’
With that, I turn my back and leave her, naked and pissed off. I think I can hear her swearing at me, but I don’t care enough to know exactly what she’s saying.
I can’t find Penny. For a minute, I’m afraid she’s stuck somewhere with that creep – the one who looks at her like she’s a lollipop he wants to suck. I can’t stop myself from clenching my fists.
Then I see him.
‘Where is she?’ I ask, and he frowns.
‘If you’re referring to Penny, she left. If you’re referring to Rebecca, you should know better than I do.’
‘She left? When?’
‘About ten minutes ago, after discovering you’re a scumbag.’
Another time his comment would bother me, but right now I’m worrying about Penny, and he leaves me strangely indifferent.
‘Where did she go?’
‘What do I know? She didn’t want me to go with her.’
‘Did she take a taxi or what?’
‘She didn’t even take her coat – she practically ran out of here. You know, you’re a piece of shit. If you have someone like Penny, what would you need with Rebecca? But maybe it’s true what they say – the bigger the muscles, the smaller the brain.’
I grab the collar of his shirt. ‘You’d better hope