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Their second meeting was a little less formal. Jane had invited her over for dinner. They had hit it off at the party and now here she was stood on their door step her finger on the bell. She was five minutes early, she always was, she could never time anything right so always left extra early so she wouldn't be late. A shout came from inside and she waited patiently, foot steps advanced to the door. She quickly spent a thought hoping the man of the house would be joining them; there was something mystifying about him. He made her feel comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. When Jane had left them at the party they had talked inconsequentially, little things, the party, and the weather. Small talk you make at parties, yet it seemed so much more meaningful than just chitter-chatter.

The door swung open and she was swept inside, Jane kissed her on both cheeks, welcomed her to their home and took her coat. It wasn't until she was sat in their kitchen with a glass of wine in her hand she had time to take in their home. It was small but fitting to the couple, it was obvious Jane had picked the décor, pale pastel colours adorned the walks, paintings of flowers in gold frames taking up most of the wall space.

It wasn't long until they were joined; Harry arrived home from work, Ruth's breath caught slightly as he emerged through the door, dishevelled. His hair was slightly messed, his tie loosened, his shirt crumpled slightly. He looked even more gorgeous than he had the other night.

Jane looked up from the stove, she smiled and told them dinner would be ready soon. Harry asking her about her day, she lied of course, it was not allowed for her to tell people where she really worked. She talked about her day in the insurance firm; she made it boring hopefully she wouldn't ask again.

He ushered Ruth through to the dinning room when the telephone rang giving Jane some space to take the call.

"So what do you really do?" Ruth turned her glass half way to her mouth.

"W…What do you mean?" She stuttered. Harry smirked slightly.

"You're a very bad liar Ruth, if that's your name; maybe you're in the wrong job?" Her jaw dropped, how did he know. She blinked a few times, trying desperately to work out what her answer should be. She turned back to the table, placing her drink down she leant back on one of the chairs and placed her hands out to either side. She cocked her head.

"Don't you think it's a bad idea to keep secrets from your wife?" It was his turn to be shocked.

"Maybe I was wrong; you are good at your job." He walked up to her keeping her stare.

"Yes, or maybe you're just bad at yours." She whispered dangerously. His head tipped to the side.

"How did you know?" He whispered back. Moving slightly closer to her.

She almost closed the gap. "Same way you did."

"I'm so sorry" they jumped apart as Jane entered the room. "It's my mum, Harry, she's taken a turn."

"Do you want me to go?" Ruth asked.

"No no Harry you stay and entertain out guest, I'm sure she's fine, I'll be back soon." She walked over to Harry. He squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead before she left.

"You should have gone with her." Ruth said bluntly, picking up her drink. "I'll go, and you can go to the hospital."

"Not until you tell me why you're here"

"What?"

"Tell me. You're here spying on me why else would you be here?"

"Spying on you? Feeling paranoid are we?" She snorted. "I'm here because your wife" she emphasised the last word. "asked me to dinner, no more no less." He just looked at her. "you should be able to tell, if I'm as bad at my job as you say I am you'd be able to tell that."

She walked back through to the kitchen searching for her coat. He followed her, speechless. "Where's my coat?" She asked forcefully, turning back to face him, glaring at him. She didn't know she could get this angry so quickly. There was something about this man that made her go to extremes. He was close to her again; she took a step back from him, trying desperately to put some space between her and this man, she hit the wall. This woman was enchanting, she turned so quickly, it was almost exciting. He wondered how she had known, if she really was just as good at her job as he was, but who was she really? Just a woman with a brilliant mind or a spook, like him? But how had she known? He needed to know.

"How did you know?" he growled at her. Her knees went weak his voice was insatiable. She quickly removed that thought from her head, her anger returning.

"I told you" She pushed him, her hands on his chest. He didn't move. "The same way you did. I'm not here to spy on you Harry, I'm just trying to make a friend, Jane, she's nice." She paused. "She's also married to you, so I suggest you stop pinning me to this wall before she comes back and I have to explain how we got here." He was again taken back by this woman. She had the nerve to tell him what to do in his own house; he could feel a frustration rising inside him. "How…How dare you?" He stepped away, turning his hand rubbing to his head. "How dare I?" She shouted? Launching herself forward, this time she pinned him. Her hands on his shoulders. "How dare I? I'm only recounting the truth Harry, only reiterating what you already know." She dropped her hands but kept the proximity, calming slightly. "You do after all have a wife."

"What" he said "has that got to do with it?" She stepped back.

"I…I …I was just stating the obvious, it would, would it not have looked very suspicious for you to be pinning your wife's guest to your kitchen wall, would it not?"

"That depends what she saw. Me standing this close to you is innocent." He stepped forward closing the gap again. "This proximity is still nothing to worry about, my hands here "He moved them to her shoulders. "then she might get suspicious. However, " he paused catching her eyes, they held a rage, a passion even. "not until she saw this" he pushed her roughly back so she was pressed against the wall one of his hands still on her shoulder the other level with her face, flat on the wall, "would she think anything at all, she's very trusting. Thankfully" he added with a slight smirk. "Would you suspect a loyal, loving husband like me of anything if you saw this?" he asked moving closer to her, their faces barley inches apart. Her breathing was shallow, part from rage part from wondering what the hell she would do if he got any closer.

"I have to go" She said, deciding this situation was far too dangerous. She batted his arm off the wall and pushed past him. She made straight for the door, forgetting her coat, she just needed to get out. He didn't move, just watched her go. Once out side she breathed a sigh of relief, walking fast she cursed herself. It was surreal, completely, the last few minutes a blur, yet picture perfect. How had she gotten into that situation? How had he managed to pin her against the wall? Why for that matter, had she done it to him? She turned the corner, what on earth was she going to do if Jane invited her round again? She wasn't good at refusing offers, and something told her she wouldn't anyway. She wanted to see him again, he had stirred something, and she liked it.