Her Boss by Day...(4)By: Joss Wood
‘I wanted to be something other than his pretty arm decoration. He didn’t see why being that wasn’t enough for me.’
‘It got ugly. I called him a balding, ageing git and he called me a shallow bimbo. The words “separation” and “divorce” emerged and we were both very happy with the idea.’
Amy closed her eyes in sympathy. ‘Sorry, Wills.’
Willa shrugged. ‘Eight months ago he booted me out of our apartment and into a waterfront mansion in Vaucluse—’
Amy whistled at the mention of the very upmarket Sydney suburb. ‘Why didn’t he move into the waterfront property?’
Willa smiled. ‘He hates water and open spaces. Anyway, he moved Young and Dumb into the apartment the afternoon I moved out. Now the divorce just needs its court date and I’ll be free!’
‘What are you going to do then?’
Willa shrugged. ‘Still working that out... I have a degree, but no experience, and—worse—no contacts. Money is not a problem, but time is. I battle to fill my day, and rattling around on my own in that mausoleum doesn’t help.’
She glanced at the Rolex on her wrist, a twenty-first birthday present from Wayne. It was boring enough living her life, she didn’t need to dissect it as well, so she attempted to change the subject.
‘We’ve been in here for about twenty minutes. Do you think my date from hell has got the hint?’
‘I told Guido to tell him that you weren’t interested.’
Amy shrugged at Willa’s quick, questioning look.
‘Hey, you wanted to make his brain explode. I thought I’d save you a prison sentence.’
‘True,’ Willa admitted as she stood up. ‘Okay, well...it was great seeing you but I suppose I should get home.’
‘To do more rattling?’ Amy shook her head. ‘Oh, hell, no. If I ever saw someone in need of a party it’s you. I’ve just signed a huge PR deal—’
‘You’re in PR? You’re far too self-effacing, modest and shy for PR, Ames,’ Willa said, her voice deceptively gentle.
Amy just laughed, and instantly catapulted Willa back the best part of a decade. It was a killer laugh—dirty as mud.
‘There’s that sarcastic mouth I used to love. Anyway, I’ve just signed a huge deal to launch a new franchise of sports shops selling clothes and equipment—my client is also setting up some hardcore men-only gyms—and a couple of my workmates and I are going out to celebrate. We’re taking my new client clubbing. And you are going to join us!’
‘Uh, I don’t think so...’
‘I do! My client’s name is Rob, he’s gorgeous and gruff—but not my type, unfortunately.’ Amy led her out of the pretty function room and back towards the main dining area. ‘He might be yours.’
Willa scoffed. ‘If he’s like any of the men I’ve recently come into contact with he’ll need a hug...around the neck...with a rope.’
‘Am really loving this whole bloodthirsty serial killer vibe you’ve got going.’ Amy shot her a grin. ‘I sense sexual frustration.’
Willa grinned at her. ‘I sense that I am going to kick you soon.’
Amy tucked her arm into Willa’s as they walked towards the exit. ‘Oh, yeah...the girls are back in town. And it seems like I am going to have to teach you how to party...to cut loose.’
* * *
Rob Hanson looked at the sharply dressed partygoers dutifully lining up outside Fox, waiting in anxious anticipation to get into the popular club, and shook his head. Pulling on a pair of Levi’s and a button-down white shirt with its sleeves rolled up was about as dressed up as he got...besides, it wasn’t what you looked like that got you into a club—unless you were female and had a great cleavage, blonde hair down to your waist and legs up to your neck—it was attitude...