Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) (17 page)

Meanwhile, Rachel had glimpsed Luc
leaving with the model hanging off him and determined not to feel like she had
been dumped for someone younger, prettier, younger, more agile; younger,
perkier, Rachel set about trying to amuse herself elsewhere.

Knocking back the vodkas had given
her a nice buzz and the alcohol had boosted her confidence so that she felt
sexy and free. The bloke to her right obviously thought so too as he had been
chatting up her boobs for the last ten minutes.

“Oi love” she interrupted waggling
her fingers at him, “they’re not going to answer you – not a chance!” And
laughing loudly, she slid off the stool to go back to the twins and their
friends eager to belt out a number or too while she was feeling so merry.
Apparently, the Grey Goose coursing through her blood stream had a different
idea and she felt herself sway dangerously as her feet hit the floor in her sky
highs.

“Whoa there girl” said Titty man
as he steadied her a little too familiarly with his hands all over her arse.
Her head spun tilting the room slightly and Rachel knew she was in trouble. The
drink had affected her ability to coordinate quickly enough to get away from
him and he pulled her closer grinding into her as he did so.

“C’mon love, you’ve been gagging
for it all night.”

“What?
No way
….” Rachel shouted back but Titty man leered in for a kiss
ignoring her protests. She could feel his hot smelly breath all over her face
and wanted him off her now. Throwing her entire weight into an almighty push
she reared back and shoved him as hard as she could.

“Wow, I’m stronger than I thought”
she gasped as the creepy letch lurched back several feet and landed rather
inelegantly smack on his arse on the floor.

“Ha!” she called after him
smacking her hands together in triumph, “what a loser!” she continued,
wondering vaguely why everyone around her had suddenly stopped talking. Looking
up from the floor, still swaying slightly, Rachel was greeted by the breath
taking vision of a very angry Luc. Red in the face and shaking with fury; his
glorious chest was heaving with the effort of getting his temper under control.
Rachel could see a vein pulsing wildly at his throat as he stood and stared at
her. Clearly, she wasn’t actually that strong at all, and Titty man had been
yanked away by her boy man god and now hero, who had come to save her.

Feeling nervous but incredibly
turned on by the display of Luc’s easy power, Rachel started to giggle
uncontrollably.
 

“My hero!” she teased him.

Raising an eyebrow at her; his jaw
clenching in disbelief he purposefully moved towards her. He couldn’t believe
she had behaved so recklessly. He looked to be in predator mode and Rachel’s
breath caught in her throat at the way he was looking at her like she was his
next meal.

“Not fucking funny,” he hissed at
her grabbing her small bicep.

Yanking her arm out of his
clutches she narrowed her eyes at him.
 
“I’m so fucking wet for you right now.” She hissed stopping him dead in
his tracks.

“Wha…” he mouthed in his best
goldfish impression as Rachel took the opportunity to dip into the crowd out of
his reach. Determined to get back to Jess and Lucy before Luc had a chance to
catch her up she looked over her shoulder and laughed at the expression on his face.
God he was so beautiful she thought and she did rather enjoy teasing him.

By the time Luc re-joined his
friends, Rachel had grabbed the mike and was belting out “I will survive” with
Lucy, George and Leo. Scowling like a child denied his favourite toy he plonked
down next to Jess on the couch in a huff.

“She’s so annoying Luc; just tell
her to move on and forget about her.”

Yanking his head round to face her
he must have looked puzzled and terribly scared Lucy had discovered the truth
about his relationship with her mother.

“Duh, Chloe?” she continued,
“honestly, dude, what’s got into you lately?”

Sinking back into the couch in
relief, Luc was completely sure his world had just got a lot more complicated.
The intensity of his feelings for Rachel was beyond anything he had ever
experienced and although he knew he had to get a hold of himself, he really
didn’t want to. Luc knew going into this ‘thing’ they had that Rachel was off
limits as far as a serious relationship was concerned which should have been
the perfect scenario for him; he hadn’t banked on actually falling for her.

**********

Rachel was having a marvellous
time on the karaoke machine. Her singing voice was not the best but she had
volume and belting out number after number was proving to be quite cathartic,
still every so often she looked over to see what Luc was up to. He appeared a
little deflated at the lack of attention she was paying him but what did he
expect when they were in company. Quite frankly, the boy baffled her right now
– he acted like he couldn’t get enough of her then he ditched her and
disappeared for a quickie with supermodel Barbie at the first opportunity. Then
when she got a bit of attention herself he went off on a mad one like a jealous
lover.

Her stomach flipped at the thought
and a loud “oh shit” punctuated the lyrics of Westlife’s ‘Flying Without
Wings.’ Luc’s brows knitted together and he looked at her questioningly. Rachel
gulped at the realisation that Luc was currently minus his girlfriend and focused
solely on her. Grabbing Lucy she enquired about the vaguely familiar girl candy
she’d seen attached to Luc earlier.

“Oh god – creepy Chloe.
Don’t you remember her? She was Jess’s friend from school – clingy much!
Anyway – she was stalking Luc for a bit last year but he wasn’t
interested mainly due to her being a sick psycho junkie. He just sent her home
in a cab thank god….”

Rachel groaned inwardly; she could
feel trouble brewing if her instincts were correct and she needed to stop it
now. As much as Rachel loved being the recipient of Luc’s unbridled youth
fuelled passion fest; emotional attachment was definitely not on the agenda.

“George darling – I need
more vodka!” She hurriedly dispatched the excitable young man to get her
another drink deciding oblivion might just be the best option tonight.

Luc felt sick. He was riding an
emotional roller coaster right now and he desperately wanted to get off. How
could he have been so stupid to let his feelings creep into what was meant to
be a bit of harmless fun? The whole damsel in distress scenario played on his
heart strings and like an idiot he thought he could offer sex as a remedy for
Rachel’s heart ache. After all, fucking was his most accomplished skill at the
grand old age of 22. Dropping his head in his hands he closed his eyes and
concentrated on finding a happy place for the sake of appearances.

“Hey Luc baby! Why so sad?”

A bottle of Jack landed on the
table in front of him with a challenging thump. Reaching for it he thanked
George who winked at him and placed his hand over Luc’s. “Anytime lover boy
– and you look like you need a little pick me up!” he laughed as he
skipped over to Rachel handing her another vodka, to join in the singing. The
song in question was “Lovely Day” by Bill Withers and Luc just grunted at the
irony. Necking the bottle the amber liquid burned his throat and warmed his
stomach.

“Oh Jack – how I love you”
he grumbled and attempted to drink himself numb.

“Whoa there beautiful” cried Leo
returning to their table, as he grappled the bottle away from Luc.

“What the fuck” shouted Luc as he
swatted the air in front of him trying to get Jack back.

“You need to slow down a bit Mr
Blue Eyes and come dance instead.”

Dragging Luc up from his chair,
which was no easy feat considering Leo was a good foot shorter and a good deal
lighter and Luc was now exceedingly pissed, they weaved their way on to the
small pub dance floor. Jess and Lucy relieved Leo of their friend and propped
Luc up between them with his long arms swung over their shoulders. Luc loved to
dance and they knew he would be ok once the music penetrated his drunken haze.
Soon enough he was caught up in the rhythm and having a lot of fun making his
body move to the beat. He couldn’t even remember what it was he was drinking to
forget and he let himself go with the flow dancing with the twins and George
and Leo.

Rachel was all sung out and she
flopped wearily onto a chair by their table grabbing a bottle of water to
soothe her parched throat. She enjoyed watching her babies go for it on the
dance floor - it looked like they were having a good time and she was really
glad they had convinced her to join them this evening. She sniggered at a very
inebriated Luc lolloping around after them totally oblivious to the hero
worship from George and Leo who seemed to want to touch Luc a lot. She raised
an eyebrow at a crowd of young men who made a circle around Lucy and Jess
encouraging some outrageously suggestive moves that shocked her a little bit.
Well, she reasoned, Luc was pretty much the same age and his moves were nothing
if not shocking.

All the other friends had
disappeared off – some to smoke; others had left and the rest of them
were dancing leaving Rachel by herself.
 
It was warm in the pub and she was feeling a touch sticky so she poured
a little of the cool water over her neck and down her cleavage to freshen up a
bit.

“Wet for me again Mrs R?” slurred
Luc into her ear from behind her making her jump. She could feel his hot
whiskey breath on her face and her nipples puckered at his close proximity but
she didn’t want to encourage a pda from her extremely pissed man boy god, so
she placed her hands on his chest and pushed hard to get him away from her.

“Ha!” he snorted at her not having
moved an inch backward but rather took hold of her hands and pulled her into
him.

“Luc – get off me before
someone sees!” shrieked Rachel.

“And we wouldn’t want that now; oh
no” he finished off her sentence nuzzling into her neck.

“God, what’s wrong with you?”
Rachel asked as she attempted to remove his hands from around her waist,
“bloody hell Luc get off!” And with that she stood up abruptly leaving Luc to
slump forward hitting the floor face down.

“Again with the fucking floor” he
yelled at her slamming his fist into the hard wood as he scrambled to get his
arms and legs to coordinate long enough to get up.

“Don’t be such a child!” Rachel
screamed back at him as she grabbed her coat and stormed off.

**********

“What the bloody hell were you
thinking?” Rachel realised she was talking to herself but between the effects
of the alcohol and her fury at Luc, she couldn’t have cared less. All she
wanted now was her bed.

Rummaging through her bag for her
phone to text Jess she was going home and then to call a cab, Rachel perched
herself on a picnic bench on the front lawn of the pub. She was in a foul mood;
her evening ruined by Luc’s infantile need to stake some kind of claim on her.
So much for no strings sex but she blamed herself as much as anything. Luc was
so young and she had a lifetime on him – but he made her feel so good she
selfishly didn’t want their affair to end yet. More than that though, Rachel
didn’t want to hurt him. She knew she couldn’t reciprocate the deeper feelings
Luc was battling with – maybe it was time to end it.

“Well, well – all on your
own darlin” Rachel groaned at the unwelcome return of Titty man. She really was
not interested in any attention from him – he was gross. She must have
been really tipsy earlier to have led him on.

“Just waiting for my lift home
– should be here any sec.” She gave him a tight smile and rose from the
bench seat to go back inside the pub. But the man was quicker than her this
time. Gripping her shoulders too tight for comfort he pushed her back down.

“Oh no you don’t. I believe we
have some unfinished business now that your son isn’t around to rescue you.”

“Son? I don’t have a son…” she
blurted in confusion. When it dawned on her that he was referring to Luc,
Rachel could feel the heat rise in her face.

“No son eh? What then – pay
him by the hour do you?” As Rachel struggled to get away Titty man thrust his
face up close and jibed, “Old slag like you can’t get a date unless you have to
pay for it – frigid bitch – no worries, I’ll treat you to a
freebie.”