Next chapter and thank you for the nice words. :)
Valentine
Phryne was awake at night. She had to think of her words, which were as brutal as his.
"Why don't you find a wife?" Phryne turned to the other side and looked out of the window.
"Because you have no feelings!" Phryne turned on her back and looked at her closed door. Memories, feelings, everything rushed through her head and prevented her from sleeping. Sleep that she really needed. Phryne got up, poured herself a glass of Scotch and sat down at her open bedroom window.
"Jack, what a wonderful surprise," Phryne said at the door to the parlour. Jack nodded and looked at Phryne. "I found time." Jack said. "I'm so happy." and Phryne smiled with a glass of scotch in her hand.
"Nightcap?" and handed her glass to Jack. Jack drank it in one gulp and entered the parlour.
"I had a difficult day today, I'm confused and do not know what to think. Everything is more important to me. I just came here to see you and to kiss you. I always want to kiss you, because you're everything to me." Phryne grinned, took the glass from Jack's hand and set it on the table.
"I'm here," said Phryne seductively. Jack threw his coat on the floor and ran to her. Her back bumped against the nearest cupboard and she bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. The edge of the cupboard pressed into her back and Jack kissed her neck in frenzy and didn't notice her pain. A sigh of pain and Jack looked at her for a moment.
"Kiss me here!" Phryne said, pointing to her lips. Jack grinned, and continuing to kiss her neck. A strange feeling rushed through Phryne's body, the situation began to become opaque.
"Jack!"
And after a second, Jack pushed away from Phryne's body. So Phryne repeatedly felt the edge of the cupboard in her back. "What's up with you?" Phryne said. She left the cupboard looking for something without a cupboard in her back. Phryne had seen so many men's eyes that she knew what was happening.
"Jack, I want you to go home now, take a cold shower. Tomorrow we'll talk about what happened here."
"No!" he said. "You play with the hearts of will-less men to then throw them in the dirt!"
"What did you say?"
"You heard me!" Jack said upset.
"Jack, how much did you drink today?" the situation threatened to escalate.
"God Phryne, I'm not one of your old friends, you can not rule over me like a Queen."
"I do not control anyone, Jack. Only about those who allow it." "Phryne!" Jack got loud and leaned against the wall with one hand. "Phryne..."
A knock on the door pulled Phryne out of her memories and looked up.
"Miss," said Mr. Butler. "Mr. Butler, what happened?" Phryne got up and walked to the door.
"A phone call for you."
"Miss Fisher speaking ... Yes! ... Where? ... What's he looking for? ... What did you say? ... Yes, I'm on my way." Miss, what happened?" Dot asked at the door to the dining room in the nightgown.
"Mr Butler, I need something to eat, but not for me and I need ... Dot give me the blanket, the big one on the wardrobe."
"Can we do anything else, Miss?" Mr Butler asked and glanced at Dot. " No, Thank you, Mr B."
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Phryne stopped with her Hispano in front of the police station.
"Miss Fisher" Hugh stood at the door, looking over his shoulder again and again. Much has happened this night, especially with the Inspector. Who has to spend the night in a police cell.
"Hugh, can you tell me now what happened and why I should come in the middle of the night."
"The Inspector," Hugh said outside the door. "I had to arrest him for drunk driving."
"Jack drunk at the wheel?" Phryne asked in confusion. "That's a joke." and followed Hugh through the door.
"No, unfortunately not," said Hugh, and indeed Jack's office was empty. "The Inspector is weird," said Hugh, looking over his shoulder to police cells. "In what sense strange, Hugh. Have you never seen a drunken man?"
"Many, Miss, but not, he is ..." Hugh looked over his shoulder in the middle of his sentence.
"Convince yourself, Miss. You know the way."
In front of the police cell, Phryne and Hugh looked at a man who did not look like Jack. Elbows on his knees, his head lowered."Jack?!" Phryne asked.
What both saw, however, was only a man who raising his hand to silence both."He does that all the time, if you talk to the him." Phryne nodded. "I have biscuits for you, Hugh," and handed him a bunch of biscuits. Hugh understood and gave her the keys. "If you need me, just call." said Hugh with a biscuit in his hand.
"Jack?!" Phryne started again and entered the cell. "Drunk driving! I'm asking you Jack, since when do you do something so reckless." "And that comes from the woman in front of me!"
Phryne rolled her eyes and put the basket on the floor next to her.
"How fast did you drive?"
"Fast!"
"Jack, you don't drive faster than a milkcar." Jack snorted contemptuously.
"I will always be Mr Fisher." Phryne looked at him in confusion.
"Mr. What?"
"No matter how hard I try, I'll always stay Mr. Fisher. I can do what I want." Now, Jack looked up and Phryne looked directly at Jack's black eye. Phryne reached for the knife that lay on the tablet on the wooden bench.
"Take this, press it against your eye. Even if that does not make much sense anymore. " Jack struggled by not taking the knife and just looking at Phryne. Jack closed his eyes for a moment.
"Your eye does not look good, let me ..." "Please, Phryne ..." Jack said desperately.
"That's all I should do for you." Jack looked at the basket next to her. " What do you mean?" Phryne asked, sitting down on the corner of the bench at the door.
"I should take care of you, like a knight, right?" and winced as he accidentally touched his eye.
Phryne started to smile. "But knights do also very different things, talk for example." Jack looked up, nodding. "Who gave you the black eye?" Phryne asked.
"Nobody."
"Jack, if I'm called in the middle of the night because you've been arrested, I have the right to know what's going on."
"Ok, I defended you. One guy said you were a harlot."
"Jack, but your face."
"I won the fight," Jack said.
"Let me see your eye, my proud knight," and Phryne got up from the bench.
"Pain," Jack said while Phryne touched his eye with her fingertips.
"Do not move!"
"I don't move, nurse, the pain moves me."
"Your lower lip, does not look good, Galahad," said Phryne with a smile.
"Everything for my Queen."
"Let me take a closer look," Phryne said and kissed him, soft and careful. "Nothing I said on that particular night was true." "Shhh..." whispered Jack and put his finger on her lips. Phryne kissed his fingertip. "I have a blanket for you." "No," Jack said. "You need the blanket more."