Cupcakes at Carrington’s (Carringtons Department Store 1) (17 page)

‘Good point. Although technically it doesn’t because I lease the space, so the money goes to me, but hey … it’s a nice thought. Hold on!’ Sam clutches my arm, with a worried look on her face. ‘You don’t think she’ll suggest ending my lease and putting Carrington’s staff in here instead, do you, as part of her revamp?’

‘Why would you think that?’

‘I don’t know, but a memo came this morning, inviting a member of my staff on some team-building thing.’

‘That’s weird,’ I say, trying to work out if Sam’s fear is founded. ‘Oh well, maybe it was just a mistake,’ I add, erring on the side of optimism. ‘My session is the first Sunday in Feb. What will you do? Can’t you nominate yourself and keep me company?’

‘Would do hun, but I’ve already promised Dad I’d accompany him to some really important polo match business function.’

‘Hmm,’ I groan, feeling disappointed.

‘I’ll make Ciaran go instead. He could do with a bit of team building. Serve him right for not telling me, his TEAM MATE, about the engagement,’ she snorts. ‘Besides, won’t James be going?’

‘Ooh, I forgot about that, I checked the list and he’s down for the same session.’

‘See, wouldn’t you rather he keep you company?’ Sam pauses for a moment, then claps a hand to her mouth. ‘Oh my God, I can’t believe I haven’t told you yet.’

‘What?’ I say, suddenly desperate to hear her news.

‘Nathan has invited me to his parents’ holiday home in Italy. Can you believe it? Not a mini-break either, no – a
whole week
.’ Sam is beside herself with glee and sounds as though she’s swallowed a can of helium.

‘That’s fantastic!’ Her excitement is infectious. ‘Tell me all about it,’ I demand, leaning in closer to her.

‘Well, his parents live by Lake Como and he wants me to meet them. They’re celebrating their golden wedding anniversary, on February the fourteenth, and, well, he’s invited me to the party, and to meet them of course,’ she says, sounding all bubbly and happy.

‘Oh Sam, I’m so thrilled for you. I take it you two are serious then?’ I ask, hoping that’s the case.

‘Yep, meeting the parents, it doesn’t get more serious than that. And Dad is thrilled.’

‘I bet he is, and I’m really pleased for you too. Just imagine … both of us with a man at the same time – that’s a rarity.’

‘Sure is.’

And then it dawns on me.

‘Hang on a minute. Did you say February the fourteenth? As in Valentine’s Day?’

‘Yes, so romantic. Why?’ she replies, slowly.

‘That’s the day of Tina’s wedding. I was hoping you’d come with me.’ My heart sinks at the thought of having to go on my own or, worse, with Maxine.

‘Sorry hun, no can do, I’m not missing this for anything or anyone – not Ciaran, not even my best friend.’ Sam laughs. ‘James will be going, though – yet another chance to keep you company.’

‘Ahh, good thinking,’ I say, immediately perking up at the thought.

‘Anyway, I’ll be there for the hen do. You know she’s asked me to provide a gourmet lunch? Money no object, apparently, as long as there’s a massive macaroon mountain and a chocolate fountain, she said. I was surprised to see your name on the catering list though.’

‘I was surprised too. I think I’m only invited so she can spend the day making out I’m jealous. She thinks I’m after Ciaran,’ I say, breathing a sigh of relief that Sam will be around to ease the tension.

‘Mmm, is he still hanging around you a lot?’

‘Not really. We tweet, that’s all.’

‘Still think he fancies you,’ Sam says, raising her eyebrows.

‘Stop it.’

‘Fine. But it could explain why she’s so jealous. Besides, you don’t have to go to the hen do.’ My heart lifts at the prospect of snubbing Tina’s half-baked invite and not going, after all.

‘I know, but I should keep her sweet. She’s already
had a word
,’ I roll my eyes, ‘about my sales sheet, making threats to withhold my commission. I can’t afford for her to be awkward about it and deliberately delay the payment or something,’ I say. I’m banking on it to pay towards my car tax due this month.

We say our goodbyes, and as I pull my bag onto my shoulder, my mobile buzzes. It’s a text message from James and I feel a soft tingle as I tap the view button to read it.

Thank you for a wonderful night. Sorry I had to dash off x.

I hug the phone to my chest, knowing last night might have felt like a dream but the message right here on the screen proves it was definitely real. I refuse to think of the consequences for now. It’s just so great feeling buzzy and desirable again, for the first time since Brett broke my heart. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll have an actual bona-fide date for Valentine’s Day …

T
he atmosphere on the shop floor is feverish. Every time a customer emerges through the revolving doors there’s practically a stampede to get to them first. We’re all desperate to grab the sales, although I’ve noticed Tom doesn’t join in the melee. Instead he spends most of the time talking in a hushed voice into the phone behind his counter, schmoozing brand managers for personal shopper leads, no doubt.

It’s been a while since my night with James and, although we’ve bumped into each other a couple of times in the staff room, he’s been pretty distant with me, so I can’t help wondering if it was just a one-night stand after all. Maybe it’s too soon – he’s not even divorced yet – or maybe he wants to get back with Maxine instead. Or perhaps he’s just decided it’s totally inappropriate, given the work situation. I try to put it out of my mind, but then, almost as though the universe is listening, the phone behind my counter rings.

‘Georgina, we have a massive bunch of flowers here for you.’ My mood lifts as Betty gives me the news. Slamming the phone down, I rush to the switchboard room and pluck the card from the hand-tied arrangement of lipstick-pink roses. The message is cryptic.

Until next time
.

Trust James to be so discreet. I hug the flowers to me, revelling in our secret, and the doubt in my mind instantly disappears.

‘So, who’s the admirer then?’ one of the guys from Menswear bellows the minute I arrive in the staff room. I ignore him and place the flowers in the sink.

Eddie saunters over to me.

‘About time you got yourself a decent man,’ he sniffs, then leans into me and whispers, ‘Who is he?’ For a brief second I contemplate telling him. I know I can trust him, but I decide not to, wanting to keep it quiet for a while longer.

‘Oh, just some guy I met a few weeks ago.’ I try to sound laid back, hoping the uncertainty in my voice doesn’t let me down.

‘Well, he must be keen. Flowers like that don’t come cheap.’ Eddie shakes his head knowingly.

‘I know,’ I say, mulling the implications over.

‘God, is that the time?’ he puffs dramatically, looking up at the wall clock. ‘Catch you later, doll face. Madam has me running errands, got to collect something from HR.’ He pushes his bottom lip out and is just about to leave when he turns back. ‘Ooh, almost forgot, been meaning to tell you,’ he says, lowering his voice.

‘What is it?’

‘Guess who I saw getting very intimate yesterday?’ He steals a furtive look around the room.

‘Who?’ I say, immediately desperate to know.

‘Only our resident supermodels, Tom and the tapeworm host,’ he whispers, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘The beautiful people – actually snogging they were.’

‘
Really?
’ I ask, trying to sound indifferent, but I can’t help leaning in, ready for his response. It shouldn’t matter to me, but suddenly I find it does.

‘Yep, down the side of the store by the car park. I only got a glimpse as I was going past on the bus, but it looked very passionate; he had his back against a wall and she was practically licking his colon. Lucky cow, what I wouldn’t do for a bit of him.’ I ponder on the information for a moment. So, Maxine
is
playing me then. She must be backing Tom. ‘And that’s not all. I overheard her doing the phone sex thing on the BlackBerry again. All panty and flirty she was before realising her door was ajar. Never seen her move so fast when I popped my head around the door on purpose just to wind her up. Anyway, watch your back with them.’

‘Mmm. Will do, and thanks for the tip-off.’ I wonder if James knows about it. I make a mental note to ask him next time we’re alone. ‘Thanks for letting me know,’ I finish.

I decide to try and avoid Tom from now on. I don’t see why I should put in all the hard work while he sits around whispering into the phone waiting for Maxine to sack me. It’s obviously her he’s chatting to. He may be drop-dead gorgeous with impeccable manners, but it’s not enough to overlook the fact he can’t be trusted. I feel disproportionately upset by how this makes me feel, but quickly push the thoughts away and try to concentrate on what Eddie is saying instead.

‘No problem, that’s what friends are for.’

Eddie leaves and my mobile vibrates inside my pocket. Seeing it’s James, I duck out into the corridor for some privacy.

‘Just a quick call.’ His voice sounds distant, as if he’s in a tunnel.

‘You OK, you sound like you’ve fallen down a drain?’ I say, instantly wishing I’d thought of something slightly less prosaic to say.

‘Yes, I’m fine. I’m in the Gents upstairs – only place I could think of for some privacy. Just about to go in to my weekly meeting with Maxine.’ His voice sounds rushed.

‘Oh, good luck.’

‘Thanks. How are you getting on with her?’ he asks, sounding genuinely interested, as though he has all the time in the world for me.

‘Honestly. I’m not sure,’ I say, wondering whether I should elaborate, but probably best to wait until he isn’t in such a rush.

‘Yeah, she can be a bit like that.’ I smart momentarily at the familiarity in his voice. ‘Anyway, I was just calling to see if you fancy dinner on Saturday. I could pick you up around eightish?’

‘Yes, I’d love to.’

‘Great. Let’s catch up properly then.’ And before I have a chance to thank him for the flowers, there’s a click and I realise he’s ended the call.

*

Lunchtime in the canteen, and everyone’s talking about the team-building event. It’s in Brighton and we have to arrive the night before to be certain of an early start, which makes it a whole lot more exciting seeing as James will be there too. And we’re staying overnight in a hotel. It was going to be a B&B but Sam said Caroline from the salon told her she’d overheard Camille on the phone putting her Gucci-clad foot down and insisting on doing things properly, and that Carrington’s may be facing a decline but a reputation for providing quality must still be maintained.

Melissa, our sturdy plain-clothes store detective, appears to have taken on the role of events organiser and is asking everyone for a bust size. She’s come up with some whacky idea of renting a room at Lucky Voice for a karaoke session on the Saturday night and making it into a bit of a stag do for Ciaran. Any excuse for a bit of debauchery, especially since she found out Tina won’t be there to spoil the fun for everyone. Melissa’s cousin owns a printing shop and has even offered to make up special T-shirts for us all.

‘Georgie … just in time. What bust size shall I get you. Extra tight?’ She casts a roving eye at my chest. Instinctively I cross my arms.

‘In your dreams. I’ll be wearing my own clothes,’ I retaliate, and the others all laugh. Melissa then turns her attentions on Arnie, a warehouse guy from Sweden.

‘Arnie,’ Melissa starts, full of exaggerated bonhomie, ‘let me guess … 6XL for you?’

‘Aren’t you getting me confused with the size of your head?’ he retorts.

I relax into the atmosphere, which feels just like it used to be before Maxine turned up. We’re all laughing – everybody that is, except Tom. He’s still whispering into his phone. He looks up and around at us all and then carries on talking. I feel uncomfortable. Maybe he’s spying for Maxine.

I glance up just in time to see Tina standing by the soup urn. She has a strange expression on her face and is busy scribbling something down in a red notebook. I wonder how long she’s been standing there, and my paranoia increases. She might also be spying for Maxine! Nothing would surprise me any more. I shiver with unease.

A
fter trawling through my wardrobe several times over I’ve decided on a butterfly print Zara maxi dress that I bought in last summer’s sale, together with the Gina sandals from Sam. Glancing at the clock on the shelf, I see that I’ve got plenty of time to finish getting ready before James arrives.

My stomach growls, but I try and ignore it. I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast – well, apart from some sushi and a KitKat, in an attempt to look as slim as possible for this evening. Just as I contemplate foraging in the kitchen for a small snack, the phone rings.

‘Only me.’ Sam’s voice sounds full of happiness. ‘All set for this evening?’ she asks, brightly.

‘Think so, just make-up to do, and then I’ll be ready,’ I say. I walk out onto the balcony and settle down on my comfy sun lounger. I’ve got plenty of time for a chat.

‘What underwear have you got on?’ she demands, and I burst into laughter at her directness.

‘Well, if you must know, Sam, I’m not wearing any yet. I’m still in my dressing gown,’ I say, keeping my voice down so the neighbours don’t hear.

‘It’s important to have good underwear on tonight,’ she says, sounding all serious and mumsy.

‘Yes, yes I know.’

‘Why don’t you wear that gorgeous black lace set?’ I don’t reply straight away, I’m too busy mulling over the implication and, amid the still-lingering doubts, I feel a tingle of anticipation about a repeat performance with James.

‘Mmm … maybe. How’s Nathan?’ I ask, changing the subject and crossing my fingers that it’s still going well. You never know with Sam.

‘Oh Georgie, he’s such a treat. And I think I actually might be in love with him. For real.’ Her voice soars as she tells me.

‘Sam that’s fantastic. What about him, has he said anything?’ I tread carefully, wary of putting my foot in it. Sam isn’t suspicious of men like I’ve been since the break-up with Brett, but then Alfie has never let her down. And Sam always falls head over heels in love very quickly, although she’s been caught out a few times over the years because of it.