Chapter
Nineteen
Dylan took
several rapid steps backwards until he recognised the voice and then he relaxed with a
sigh, “Matilda? Is that you?”
He had the
decency to look away, but not before noting every sweep and curve of the body
in front of him, the misty glass only seeming to enhance the seductiveness of
the vision. Groaning he reached for a towel as she answered angrily.
“Who else were you expecting?”
He laughed,
“I wasn’t expecting anyone! I didn’t...I can’t...”
“GET ME A BLOODY TOWEL!” She
screeched, “and be the decent man and look away!”
Huffing he
turned away and grabbed for the towel she’d left on the radiator, “you’d think
I was a Peeping Tom or something. It’s not as if I haven’t seen this all
before!”
The shriek
that accompanied the hand that darted out of the shower to snatch the towel
caused him to shudder. Then he heard the shower door open, he kept his eyes
averted until he heard a throat clearing cough. When he finally glanced up it
was to see Matilda stood in front of him, the towel wrapped around her and
tucked under her arms, arms that were clamped at her side in anger.
“Can you at least let me get
dressed? And put clothes on yourself!”
That made
him laugh, “can’t concentrate with this much skin around?”
He hated
that he sounded cocky, but he couldn’t begin to deal with the reality of the
moment. She opened her mouth to unleash what he was sure would be a flurry of
abuse when he held up his hand to silence her, “Ok, ok. I shouldn’t have said that.
But this is not my bad. Think of that before you unleash your wrath Matilda. I
just want a shower.”
With that he
backed out of the room rather rapidly.
Mattie
slumped against the sink and dropped her head. SO many emotions were raged
through her in aggressive pulses of tension that threatened to take her breath
away. When she’d heard someone enter the room she’d panicked, felt fear swamp
her, but once she realised it was Dylan she had become angry. But he was right
it wasn’t his fault, it was hers. And she’d never felt so embarrassed or
ashamed as she did now, thinking of how she’d pulled a towel around her body
and confronted him angrily in his own bathroom.
She’d come
out of the shower booth desperate to slap him, scream at him, but he’d diffused
that in an instant by making her realise that SHE was the intruder. Now all she
was left with was the memory of him stood in front of him, face flushed, eyes
sparkling and a muscular bare chest that was nothing like the one she remembered
from the years of her marriage.
She
shuddered at that realisation, but then he was a man...she’d married a boy.
“Wrong thoughts!” She chastised
herself loudly, and instead pulled on her t-shirt and leggings. Gym wear was
hardly battle attire, then she again gave herself a shake. She was defensive because
she’d been caught unawares, and she didn’t need to take that out on Dylan. A few deep breaths and she’d managed to
control her racing heart and lurching nausea. She had nothing in the bathroom
with her, her bag, her makeup, even her hairbrush were all on the bed in the
second bedroom.
Reaching for
the steamed up mirror, she cleared enough of the reflective surface it with her
fist to see her face and then groaned. Her hair was like scrawny rats tails
hanging down her face and back, and she had no bra...her damp skin and the
humidity of the room meant her t-shirt was sticking to her.
Nothing he hasn’t seen before, a voice in her head reminded her rather
painfully. Whatever happened, she had to face him again. So she drew her
fingers through her tangled locks as best she could, then with yet another deep
breath she opened the door to the lounge fighting the apprehension that
threatened to overwhelm her.
Dylan was
the far side of the room still pacing, his hands running almost automatically
through his hair. When he heard the door open he looked up and Matilda hated
the haunted expression in his eyes, he was feeling terrible, and now that she’d
had a moment to think it through she knew he’d done nothing wrong. He didn’t
deserve her anger, or to feel so bad.
“Sorry Dylan, I had no idea you
were coming back...you haven’t used this suite for ages...”
He sighed,
“I shouldn’t have just burst in...and I shouldn’t have...”
Mattie moved
towards the bedroom, “let me just get changed.” His bare chest was having a
disconcerting effect on her, and she was aware of how her body was betraying
her through the damp t-shirt, folding her arms she tried to cover her hard
nipples, but wasn’t sure that it was soon enough. Dylan’s eyes were on her as
she disappeared into the room.
Dylan had
the quickest, coldest shower known to man and was once again anxiously pacing
the room when he heard the door open from the second bedroom. Matilda stood
there, wet hair pulled back into a pony tail, dressed in jeans and a thin
sweater, fortunately now she had a bra on, he could tell that much and his much
battered libido breathed a sigh of relief. It had been torture to watch her
stood in front of him, body alert and calling to him. Whether it was the
temperature, the adrenaline or something more he wasn’t sure, but he knew that
for a split moment he had an undeniable urge to ravish her, to see if her body
was as desperate as his.
Taking a
deep breath he stepped towards her, “are you ok?”
She nodded,
her hands clasped into fists, “I’m sorry for the intrusion, and I‘m sorry for
shouting at you.”
He sighed and
looked at the ceiling for a second, “don’t be stupid, you are welcome to use
this room any time you want. I should have spoken to them at reception when I
arrived...”
Matilda
shook her head, “I didn’t want the staff to gossip so I didn’t tell
anyone.” As he paced again she giggled,
“you were doomed really.”
Dylan
slumped on to the sofa, he didn’t know what he was struggling with, the fact
that he’d caught his ex wife naked, the fact that it wasn’t the worst sight
that had greeted him in a long time, or that suddenly the animosity was back
marking the space between them with a vengeance. Just when they were starting
to get along. He shook his head, he hated
that he was so affected by her, by her vulnerability, that he could hate
himself for something that wasn’t his fault because of how upset she was. It
had taken him years to get over feeling like this about her; he couldn’t let
her back into his life, not like that, not again.
Leaning back
he looked at her, stood like a child caught misbehaving, her ankles crossed,
arms behind her back and her head hung in half shame. He had to rescue this
situation, so he called out to her.
“About time you were sorry for something,
Miss Perfect never normally admits it.”
That made
her eyes flair, her nostrils widen in anger. That was what he could deal with,
that was the Matilda that he could manage, angry, indignant. Gone was the
vulnerable child, and his heart strings were suddenly un-tugged. As she stalked
towards him he laughed.
“Sit down woman. We’ve got lots
to talk about, I’m tired, starving and need feeding. You eaten?”
She shook
her head and that initiated a smile, “you can choose from room service.”
Eyeing him suspiciously
she took the menu he held out then watched as he crossed to the mini bar and
pulled out a bottle of beer.
“You want one?”
Mattie was
fighting everything on SO many levels, but the thought of pizza, a cold beer
and sleep...was overwhelming. With a silent nod she lowered herself in to a
chair the far end of the room to him. Then held her breath as he walked towards
her with the bottle. She snatched at it clumsily, needing him out of her
personal space, and she knew that he got her anxiety as he gave a throaty
chuckle.
“You want pizza?” he asked when
she handed him the menu.
“Yes please. Pepperoni, sausage
and jalapeno.”
Sitting
opposite he stared at her for a moment, “Wow, that’s a serious set of
toppings.”
Lifting an
eyebrow she settled back in her seat and watched him, “got into spicier food
the last few years.” She didn’t add that it was a tactic to compensate for the
lack of taste in the bland, cheap pasta dinners that had been all she could
afford for years.
He dialled
the kitchen and ordered them a rather large selection of food, then moved
across the room to the TV, turning it on he found a radio station playing self
professed ‘Classic Tunes’, then sat back down.
“So what did you want to talk
about?”
Dylan
reached for the wad of papers he’d brought across the Atlantic with him, and
placed them on the coffee table in front of him, “got a few ideas, need your advice.
But that’s tomorrow. You’re working I understand.”
She nodded,
“then I’m off for two days.”
“Shit! Sorry but I need you
Monday. I’ve got us meetings with interior designers in Earls Court. There’s a
huge conference there. I can’t do that without you.”
Groaning she
closed her eyes, “this place already rules my life, what does one more day
matter?”
He grinned,
“sorry...”
Opening her
eyes she shook her head, “no, it’s ok. I have nothing else on; it’s just been a
long weekend.”
“Hence you staying here.”
She gave a
nod, “there seems no point leaving here to go home after nine when I’ve got to
be back in twelve hours. So I stay on occasion.”
Smiling he
stood to get them another beer, “do you always stay here?
Grimacing
she shook her head, “I’ve got a very comfortable couch in my office.”
His eyes
almost popped out of his head, “there is NO way you will be sleeping on a sofa.
Jesus Matilda, what the hell are you doing?”
That rubbed
Mattie up completely the wrong way, she wasn’t proud of the way she had lived
her life, bordering on poverty, but she’d taken her debt head on, and of THAT
she was proud.
“I have lived my life in the
best way I could. And YOU have nothing to do with me, you can’t judge me, you
can’t comment, because you weren’t there. I was. And I’ve done my best; I have
done everything I could to keep my self-respect, because for as long as you were
off swanning around making millions, I was surviving. If I could afford a home
in the centre of London maybe I’d commute, but I can’t, I don’t.”
She had
stood during her speech, and as she made for the door, Dylan’s voice stopped
her, “don’t walk out.” She turned slowly and he offered a half smile, “sorry. I
wasn’t referring to where you live or what you do...I just can’t believe that
you’d choose a sofa when there are spare rooms. I’m commenting on your
excellent work ethic and the fact that you seem to put this job above
everything else. I worry about your safety...you don’t seem to care about
yourself.”
Mattie
looked at him and swallowed, his observation, his concern made her want to cry,
and she hated that. As Dylan walked towards her sympathy on his face she
immediately had to back away, he unnerved her on so many levels.
Giving a breathy laugh he followed her to the
corner of the room, “I thought we were over this anger Matilda, I can’t keep
apologising...if I could turn back time.”
She looked
up, he was invading her personal space again, “that wouldn’t make any
difference, would it?”
He shook his
head, “and it’s the future we need to concentrate on, not the past, or even the
present.”
That was met
with a tense slightly awkward silence as the events of the evening replayed in
both their minds.
Well good to know that Dylan still finds her irresistible .
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Annie
Ahaha seeing your ex-wife naked is definitely awkward, especially when you still feel something for her. Thank you for the chapter though x
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