Page 38 of Jessica Beam is a Hot Mess
‘Sounds like hard work.’
‘It bloody is. But I love it.’ He rubs a hand over his five o’clock shadow. ‘What’s your profession, Jess?’
Hmm. Whatismy profession? Best friend dragger-downer? Grandma-botherer? Future best mate of crackhead Jimmy? Who the fuck knows any more?
I swiftly change the subject to something much easier.
‘You don’t have to actually make the tea, you know,’ I say, indicating the boiling kettle.
‘Excuse me?’ Jamie turns round. ‘I thought you said you want—’
‘We could just get straight to the kissing bit?’
‘I’m sorry?’ He drops a spoon; it clatters onto the floor. ‘I don’t quite … ’
‘Come on, Doc. Didn’t you invite me in here because you fancy me?’
He stutters and fiddles with a teabag. ‘Er … well … yes. I suppose I did, but—’
‘It’s fine. Chill. I’m not like most girls. You don’t have to woo me and all that fluff.’
He raises his eyebrows and looks down at his feet.
After a very long and awkward moment, I sigh and hop down off the desk.
‘Listen, Doc. Thanks for the offer of tea and all—’
But before I can finish the sentence, Jamie has scuffled over and gently pushes me back onto the desk.
‘That kissing bit sounds rather nice,’ he says, taking hold of my hand.
‘Yeah,’ I shrug. ‘It usually is.’
And so we do the kissing bit.
* * *
Doctor Jamie is standing in front of me while I’m sitting on his desk. We’re snogging. Like, really full-on snogging. He’s pawing every inch of my body as if he’s never had a woman before. He pulls back and looks at me with a serious expression. I don’t know, maybe heneverhashad a woman before. Heispretty awkward. Maybe I’m his virgin voyage. Gad. Maybe he’ll want to cuddle afterwards. Must find a way to escape before that happens.
Either way, I can’t deny that having sexy times is, as I expected, the most excellent distraction from the whole failing-at-life thing.
Jamie runs his hands down my back and pulls me off the desk so that I’m on my feet. Grabbing my bum, he draws me closer to him. I feel his hard-on press against me and get a flutter of excitement. He runs a hand through my hair and tugs a little on my ponytail.
Oooh, OK. Definitely not his first time. Though I hope he doesn’t tug much harder, else he’ll pull out my hair extensions and that would really ruin the moment.Wait, stop,give me my hair back.
‘I’ve never done anything like this,’ he murmurs, panting and pink of cheek.
‘Like what?’ I breathe, kissing his neck.
‘Not knowing a person before … but you … I can’t believe this is happening. How the hell did we … ? At work, of all places … I can’t believe what is happening right now … ’
He trails off and steps back to unbutton his shirt, eyes glassy with le horn.
‘How are you finding it?’ I say, using his shirt collar to yank him back towards me.
‘Super.’ He nods decisively. ‘Excellent, actually.’
We start kissing again and things move at speed. It feels so great to let loose, to not feel worried and guilty about things, to feel the comfort of surprisingly strong arms around me. Isn’t sex fucking brilliant?
