“Now I have a lot to get through with you, can we start work now and leave our private lives out of our working relationship, because if it’s going to be an issue for you, I will walk now and you can bring someone else on board.”
She is glaring at me and I just know she has so much she wants to say but at the end of the day, I know what she did and when she did it and with whom and the last thing she will want is any gossip about this, I wouldn’t do that, it’s none of my business but she can’t be sure about that. She swallows and gives her head a little shake, I bet it’s been a while since anyone spoke to Queenie like that. .Am I bothered? Like fuck am I.
I grab all that I need from the boot and walk across the drive and into the hallway, I meet Dave the site manager on his way out.
“Dave, Karen Palmer is here, in six inch heels and no hard hard…go get her tiger.”
This should be interesting…
CHAPTER 10
October sails along on a cloud of domestic bliss. Gabe proposes and brings me gifts on an almost daily basis, flowers, sexy lingerie, practical lingerie, a book on interior design from the 70’s that I absolutely love and a very plain and simple silver bracelet from Tiffany and Co. I’m not big on jewellery but this is simple enough that I can wear it every day, and I do. I could have been like the women you read about in books and have said “Oh no, it’s too much, please don’t keep buying me gifts”, but truth be told, I fucking love it, I love the gifts, I love the attention he pays me, I love the proposals, I thrive under his sexy arsed compliments and there are very few women out there that I know of that wouldn’t.
Jake stays with us for a further week, in which time we see him exactly twice, he then moves in with Jo. Gabe and I are flat out busy with work, I am either up at Bella Vista – what a crap name, I think every time I pull up outside. So clichéd darling. Dave the Scotsman and I now get on like a house on fire after our first angry encounter, I don’t think he’s quite sure what to make of me and it’s not until he sees my number plate that he finally works out how I know what’s going happening on site before he has even told me. He broaches me on the subject when I come in the morning after he watched me pull away the afternoon before.
“That rego of yours Lauren, I thought your surname was Day?”
“Yep it is, my rego is to let the world know who I belong to.”
“And who might that be, I can’t imagine a fiery wee thing like you belonging to anyone.”
Wee thing? Aww shucks I’m blushing…
“It’s a company car Dave; Gabe leased it through the business for me as I had no means of transport.”
“Ah right so you’re… So you’re the one that…who, I mean.”
I can’t help but smile as he struggles to find the right words; he’s blushing brighter than his orange hair.
“Yes Dave, I’m fucking the boss, in fact, we live together.”
On that note I flounce out of the office and leave him to make of that what he will.
Things between me and Gabe couldn’t be better and we settle into our own little bubble of love. We eat out in restaurants with friends and by ourselves, we eat out over at Jemma and Max’s place and we have Zach, Sam, Coop, Jen, Stella and Ryder all over to ours for dinner one night. We do normal, everyday ‘couple’ things and I enjoy every minute of it. We have Ava stay with us almost every weekend and one weekend she actually comes to us without Sophie, who is at a family wedding in Sydney. Gabe is over the moon as she has cancelled on previous occasions if Sophie couldn’t join her. We spend a quiet Saturday shopping for new clothes for her and a few bits for me, I have finally started putting weight back on and decide to treat myself to a few summer dresses as the weather is warming up nicely.
October ends and the whole Wilde clan prepare themselves for a family break up at the holiday home they share at Lake Mulwala. The first Tuesday in November is Melbourne Cup Day and its labelled ‘The Race That Stops The Nation’ because that’s exactly what it does, a public holiday for a horse race. Yes really. Don’t remember getting that in England for the Grand National.