Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 82

James

“Got your stuff?”

Charlotte jams her hard hat and steel-toed boots into a bag, then patting at pockets does a visible phone, purse, notebook, pen check. “Yes, got everything. You good to go?”

“Yes, let’s get moving. I don’t want to be late.”

We head down, Charlotte stepping out of the elevator ahead of me and heading smartly for the door.

Ben’s there, talking to Kirstie. He’s smiling but she looks uncomfortable, although Ben seems not to notice.

His smile fades as he sees me.

“Oh hello, Ben. I didn’t know you were around,” says Charlotte. “Are you here to see me for something?”

He replies to her politely enough, but his eyes are on me and are not friendly. “No, I just called by to say hello to Kirstie.”

This isn’t the place for an argument….

I switch on ‘polite but cool’ mode myself. “Hello, Ben. Charlotte and I just going out on-site.”

“Really? What’s happening on-site?”

What’s wrong with the man?

“We’re getting the ground-works set out for the new retail complex.”

“So, what’s Charlotte got to do with that?”

Ahhh…. Gotcha….

Stupid bastard….

“Charlotte is, as you know, a trainee. She’s going to be spending time with the surveyors over the next few days to learn what their job involves…. I assume you don’t have a problem with that?”

He has the grace to blush. “No, of course not.”

“Good. We’ll be on our way, then.”

We turn and leave. After the door closes behind us, Charlotte turns back to me, looking worried. “You don’t think he wants to make trouble do you?”

“He’s Michael’s brother, so let’s hope not.”

*****

Twenty-Nine Years Ago

The girl is tall, statuesque almost. Long copper-red hair drapes loosely over her shoulders, highlighting moon-pale skin.

Her clothes are cheap but do what they need to. The skirt is short and clingy, displaying long legs and a great ass. The halter neck plunges to the front and the wide vinyl belt emphasises her shape. Knee-length boots with spiked heels complete the outfit.

Come fuck me….

She doesn’t much like the clientele: typically late-nighters tipping out from the bars. That’s usually quickly over and she can get back on the street again for the next one. On the other hand, if she catches them on the way into the bars, they have more money in their pockets….

Swings and roundabouts….

She works her pitch, standing out to catch the headlights as they come down the high street, backing into the shadows if blue lights flash.

Some of the other girls have a man back there. It’s safer she supposes, but it means he’s there….

Taking her money….