The Boleyn Effect (The Boorman Ending) (14 page)

'Am I allowed to ask where
she thinks you are?' I ask.

He turns down the music
slightly and glances quickly at me.

'I've told her I'm meeting
friends,' he answers.

'Which I suppose is
technically true,' I muse.

'You made an impact on her
at the party,' he says after a beat.

I glance towards him and I
can see that his mouth pulls into a tense line. His eyes
concentrating on the road. I am not used to seeing him this tense.
I need him to feel relaxed in my company.

'I tend to do that to
people,' I joke.

There's a glimmer of a
smile and I relax once more. This needs to be kept light and easy.
No pressure. No expectations. I'm the puppet master here. Just
making sure to pull the right strings.

'My wife...Kat...she's a
trusting soul and she always sees the good in people.'

'You don't want me and her
to be friends?' I ask.

'Well considering. It may
not be the best thing.'

'I can live with that,' I
say. 'I think there's maybe a conflict of interest.'

He grins as he looks
quickly at me.

'So there is an
interest?'

'Come on, Harry. Do you
really need me to answer after what happened at the
party?'

'Oh yes, the party. My
sexy little Red Riding Hood.'

The grin broadens and so
does mine. Turning in my seat slightly, I reach across and place my
hand on his thigh. The muscles tense under my touch and I am
vaguely aware that he's slowed down.

Squeezing and flexing my
hand and fingers I slowly run them up the leg until I find where
he's already hard and pulsating. His breath hitches as I gently
squeeze and rub him through the denim of the jeans. I've felt him
pressed against me, but now my hand gets a sense of what's on
offer. Though he's been blessed, size means nothing, it's all about
how it's used and I can't wait to find out how he intends on using
it.

'Do you want me to stop,'
I breathe, already becoming aroused myself.

The tightness of my jeans
allows me some friction to increase the sensation as I slowly
grind. He places a hand on top of mine and pushes it down harder
giving me my answer.

His breathing deepens as I
squeeze and push and the whitening of his knuckles on the steering
wheel tells me that he's finding it difficult to concentrate on two
things at once. Lucky for us the road is a straight one, with no
traffic.

Suddenly, he indicates and
steers the car off the road and brings it to an abrupt halt. Under
the cover of a small wooded area, I reach over and while kissing
him hard, I work the button and zipper of his jeans. With a little
shuffling, he springs free and we both look down and then at each
other. With a raised eyebrow, he gives me a challenging
smirk.

'Now what Miss
Boorman?'

'Now I repay my
debt.'

Taking him in my mouth I
hear him gasp out my name. My ego is growing the more he moans as I
run tongue and teeth along his length. His hand pulls at my hair
the deeper I go and I hold him still with my hands. I am
controlling this not him. Licking and kissing his tip, I tease and
manipulate. He's going to have to wait a little longer, because I'm
enjoying myself far too much.

'Jesus, Leigh,' he moans.
'That is so good.'

Shifting into a better
position, I feel his seat move back giving me more room to play. I
tug at his jeans a little more so they are now around his knees. I
look at him all wet from my mouth, glistening in the darkness. Then
with a licking of my lips I return to where I started.

Using my hand, I fondle
his balls gently and this only increases his desperate growls. The
moisture that is building tells me he's more than ready and with a
shocked and thankful groan from him I take all of him into my mouth
and start my relentless assault.

'My God, Leigh,' he
breathes. 'I'm ready to come.'

It's a warning in case I
don't want him to finish in my mouth, but I am not paying
attention. I am just enjoying the feeling of him thickening and
swelling beneath my tongue. He's about to explode and I want to
make sure it's me that takes him there.

'Leigh, sweetheart,' he
groans.

I feel him stiffen beneath
me and the hand he has on my head tugs at my hair and pushes it
down hard so I'm at the root. Then in a hot rush it's over and I
swallow quickly. Raising my head, I see his eyes are half closed
and he's breathing hard. At the party, he exerted his power over me
and now I've done the same to him. We are equal competitors in this
game and he now knows it.

'I think the debt is well
and truly paid,' he smiles as he adjusts himself.

'Then we are even,' I
answer, sitting back into my seat wiping my mouth.

'Just so you know I didn't
ask you here for this. I do want to get to know you and talk,' he
says.

'I know; that's why I
came. I really could do with a drink now. Shall we go find
somewhere open? It's thirsty work repaying debts.'

His grin broadens and for
the first time I notice how lopsided his mouth goes when he smiles.
I restrain myself; I don't need to take too much notice of his
appearance. I have to remember he's a target who is an arsehole to
his wife and I am saving her from him.

Turning the car over, we
pull out of our hiding place and get on the road once more. We
don't find anywhere to get a drink and instead opt for a
drive-thru. The watered down coke goes down well, washing down all
that remains of him inside my mouth.

We sit in the car park and
just talk. Illuminated by the Golden Arches and the Argos
Superstore. I admit that finding someone who takes an interest in
my life is refreshing. I don't mean just superficial stuff, but how
I got into photography, family, loves and hates. I don't think even
George has ever asked me these questions.

'Can I ask how many
there's been?' I ask after a moment of silence.

'Do you really want to
know?'

Curled up in the car seat,
I have my knees tucked beneath me and he's holding my hand in his.
All sweet and cosy. We are almost like a normal couple, enjoying
each other's company.

'I really want to know,' I
say.

He takes a deep breath and
there's a small squeeze of my hand. I realise he's scared to tell
me. He doesn't want me to judge him. He wants me to think of him as
a better man than what he truly is.

'I think around twenty or
thirty. I don't really notch them on my bedpost. The last
one...well it wasn't good.'

I already knew this story,
but I ask him anyway. I want to hear his side. Hear his excuses.
See if they match Katherine's.

'Why, what
happened?'

'I was stupid that's what
happened,' he says a little too sharply. 'It went too far and she
wanted more than I could give her. She went to Kat and told her
everything and that she was pregnant. I broke both of their hearts.
I was so glad that it was a false alarm. If I ever gave another
woman what she can’t have would devastate her.'

'Maybe there's a lesson in
there for you to learn.'

'Leigh, you must think
that I am some arsehole doing what I do,' he says.

'I'm in no position to
judge,' I answer.

He smiles but it's a sad
one. 'The girl I was with before Kat. I never cheated on her once.
Never entered my head to even try.'

'What happened to
her?'

'She disappeared. Left me
a note saying she was sorry. She'd been sleeping with my roommate
and had got herself in trouble. She broke my heart and Kat came
back into my life and helped put it back together.'

'That's a sad story, but I
like to look at the positives.'

'Which are?'

'If you'd have stayed with
this girl and married her then you wouldn't have married Katherine.
And so, wouldn't be sat here with me.'

Laughing, he kisses my
hand.

'That is a very good point
as always Miss Boorman. But I just wanted you to know that I am not
a total arsehole.'

'Life is not always black
and white,' I quote George.

Sighing, he checks his
phone and releases my hand.

'I should get you
back.'

Disappointment fills me as
I shift in my seat and put the belt back on. Driving back, the
music plays and suddenly Alice Cooper's Poison starts to play and
he cranks up the volume. I turn towards the window so I can hide
the smile. I'm getting under his skin, even though he's torn on how
far he wants to take this with me.

He had a close call with
this other girl and I get it. He needs to know if he can trust me,
because I get the feeling I will become a full blown affair. He's
testing the waters, finding what makes me tick. If I'm strong
enough to handle just being the mistress. He really has no idea how
strong I am or how far I will go.

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

'I knew you'd change your
mind once you'd been with him,' George says.

Sitting in studio, I am
sending the finished pictures off to be placed on large canvas'.
Katherine has chosen the best three and they would be what go on
whatever wall she chose. Probably the bedroom. I push the thought
from my head as I try to concentrate on what I'm doing.

'So, when are you meeting
again? Has he texted you?'

Sighing, I sit
back in my chair. It's been days since I last saw Harry and there's
been nothing. I've avoided George, because I haven't quite
perfected my
'couldn't give a shit
face'
but of course he's caught up with
me.

'It's not like he texts me
all the time anyway,' I say.

'Well that explains a
lot,' George quips.

Pushing myself out of the
chair, I go to the coffee machine and start to make two coffees.
Anything to keep me busy away from him. He's driving me mad and at
the moment my temper is about to explode.

'Like what exactly?' I
say.

'The mood you're in. Maybe
you gave him too much too soon and he's lost interest.'

'I doubt that very much,'
I reply and it comes out harsh.

George smirks as I hand
him the coffee that I so want to throw at him. There's no doubt
that I'm pissed off and a little hurt. How long does it take to
just send a few words of hi? After all, it's never stopped him
before. The most surprising thing is that I am pissed
off.

These are feelings.
Feelings that shouldn't be there, because this is just a game. I
need to nip this in the bud, because that's one thing that would
complicate the whole thing. Maybe it's a good thing that he's not
texting me. I could do with some space, but then I said that before
ending up in Harry's car.

What if George is right
and I gave too much? No, I know the look of a man who is caught in
my web, because I see it in George's face every day and Harry has
the same look.

'She looks good on
pictures. Very photogenic,' George says as he sits in my chair and
scans the photos of Katherine.

'I know what you are
trying to do,' I say slamming the lid down on the
laptop.

'What am I trying to
do?'

'You are trying to mess
with my head and make me do something stupid and then you'll win,'
I snap.

'Hey, there's a lot at
stake,' he laughs and then turns serious. 'I would have ripped the
damn contract if you'd said so the other night.'

'I know and I'm sorry and
yes she does look good. I am actually very proud of them in a
twisted sense.'

'You should be. You are
the best,' George says.

The door swings open and
Clair bustles in with supplies and George and I change topic. I
leave Clair and George to talk amongst themselves while I check my
phone once more for messages. Sighing, I start to dial.

'Katherine
Cobain.'

'Hi Katherine, its Leigh.
I just want to let you know that the pictures have been sent off.
So if you want to pick them up next week we'll arrange
something.'

There's a long pause and I
can hear her breathing and I suddenly feel cold. Something doesn't
feel right.

'Fine, call my secretary
and arrange something,' she says and then puts the phone
down.

That's it. She knows. She
fucking knows and I’m going to be stuck footing the bill for her
prints that she no longer wants. That's why Harry’s suddenly gone
quiet. Our gamble hasn't paid off. He's freaked, gone home with a
guilty conscious and spilled the beans. For what? A quick blow job
in his car and a bit of heavy petting. Maybe, Katherine was right.
He does really love her and wants to make changes. He's had a lapse
of judgement and now wants to repent.

Glancing over at George, I
stop and see something I haven't noticed before, him and Clair
looking cosy as they chat. Both leant into one another. Laughing
and listening to each other. When the fuck did this start
happening. I am in no mood for any of his shit either. I'm not
being played.