Chapter Four

His meeting with Durie had been a complete waste of time. He had no interest in moving any of his assets to the bank. All he had gone there for was an opportunity to take that woman down and he hadn't been able to do that.

He let his mind wander and found himself imagining taking her down on his bed. She had spunk, she had even gone as far as to answer him back and she had imagination. Not every woman would have thought to run down to Starbucks just so she could answer him back. He decided he would follow her home again tonight and ask her for a drink. He was confident she'd be happy to; after all her makeup had looked very freshly applied for 3 o clock in the afternoon.

Sue sat at her desk doing her best to steady her nerves. She knew she was going to get a rollicking from Mr Durie, she had answered a client back and she had shown her boss up in front of the same client when she had found his missing document in no time at all. He would be as pi*sed at her as it was possible to be.

Another PA, Kay stuck her head around her door, "Oh are you alright? You look a bit… flustered?"

"Yeah I'm OK just a prick in here earlier with Durie and I answered him back. I'm just waiting for him to come out and yell at me."

"Well Shelly and I were going to grab a drink on the way home would you like to join us?"

"I'd love to actually; the last two days have left me frazzled. Yeah I'll see you downstairs at just after five. Thanks for asking me."

"No problem we can dissect him with you."

Kay left and Sue did her best to carry on working while she waited for the inevitable telling off to arrive. When it did it wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be. It seemed Mr Durie wasn't all that enamoured of the Peer and had even called him a chauvinistic coffee snob. He had reminded her of her place and told her that if she smart mouthed a client again he'd have to take it further. Sue had apologised meekly and counted the minutes until she could leave and put this pi*s awful week behind her.

Finally the clock crawled around to five and she signed out collected her coat and left.

Kay was waiting down stairs in the banking hall and Sue asked if they could keep her dressing down by Durie between them.

"Sure was it horrendous?"

"No not as bad as I thought even but I had to apologise to the idiot."

"You don't usually refer to him as an idiot. You must have had a bad week."

"Yeah sorry, a b*****d spilt coffee down me yesterday making me late for work and then the same twat shows up as Durie's 3 o clock."

"Who was it?"

"That Sir Piers Pomfrey and I know everyone says what a lovely man he is giving so much money to charity but believe me the man is a prick and he keeps checking out my chest!"

Shelly had joined them and overheard the last of the conversation.

"Who keeps checking out your chest?" she asked with a cheeky grin that never failed to infect others.

"Sir Piers Pomfrey."

"Oh, the wealthy philanthropist?"

"And prick."

Shelly looked shocked, "I think he's a bit tasty."

"And me" added Kay.

"He's not unattractive but according to even Durie he's a chauvinist and I think he's a prick, can we drop it now and go for that drink?"

"Sure, where shall we go?" asked Kay.

"Let's try Zizzi's bar it's just been refurbished." replied Shelly.

The three women left the bank and walked to Zizzi's.

Pomfrey didn't know why he had again decided to follow her. It seemed he was more interested in her than he wanted to admit to even himself. She was just so damn intriguing and again he found himself watching her at a discreet distance. Her face looked animated and she was even more beautiful when she smiled and laughed at something one of her colleagues had said. He was pleased to note that her friends seemed to be other PA's and not that flirty Tiffany he'd spoken to yesterday. He didn't bother to examine why that mattered to him.

They'd gone into a bar and while Sue sat with one of her colleagues the other went and bought three glasses of Champagne. He found himself silently approving that choice as well. He was a little annoyed that she seemed to be failing to live down to his expectations as most women did. When they were all seated together the table he ordered himself a drink and sat himself at a table in the corner where he could observe the women.

He thought he was being discreet but the woman who had done the drink buying had obviously seen him and was now nudging Sue and whispering to her. Loudly enough for him to hear Sue had then exclaimed, "Oh my God does that man want to suck all the joy out of my life? Now he's following me!"

He pretended he hadn't heard her but her words stung him in a way no other woman's ever had. Could he possibly have misjudged how she would respond to his offer to take her for a drink? No, he couldn't believe that, she was just venting after a long working week surely! He couldn't put his perfectly manicured finger on what it was about her but she was driving him crazy. He listened in to the women's conversation and deduced that Sue rode and would be going to Bomber's Green Stables for 10 o'clock in the morning for an organised hack.

He listened as she joked that she was going to ride Arthur as hard as she dared as she felt the need to get hot, sore and dirty. The three women had laughed dirtily together and he felt himself flush and his loins stir at the very thought of her hot and dirty. And as for sore, he couldn't even go there.

When they left the bar laughing and joking and wishing each other good weekends Sue had glanced in his direction and he had hurriedly looked away and pretended to be engrossed in his Financial Times, which thankfully did not have him on the front cover today. He mentally cursed his body as he realised he wouldn't be able to leave the bar and follow her until the sudden swelling in his groin had subsided.