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Chapter 6
Faith sat looking at her front door, she glanced at her watched. 8. It was starting. She couldn't decide whether to go or not. She had got all dressed up, brought a new outfit after seeing Shannon, but something was holding her back. She was scared of letting people in.
She got up and walked towards the door, gripped the handle and froze.
come on, you can do this girl. For god sake its a few drinks, small gathering. Nothing more. If you decide you don't like it, leave.
Without a second thought she headed out the door and started walking down the street, glad it wasn't too far away, meaning she didn't have to drive so she had a few drinks for dutch courage before she left.
Getting to Shannon's door she realised she had sobered quite a bit from the walk. Kicking herself, she wish she had drunk a bit more.
She knocked.
Nothing.
She turned around to walk away when she heard his voice.
'Yeah?'
She spun back around and her heart caught in her throat.
Jeff.
'Ermm...Hi, Shannon invited me.' Faith whispered, unable to find her voice around this man.
'Well suppose you better come in then.' He stepped back leaving room for her to walk past him. As she did he breathed in her scent, it filled his nostrils and lungs. Made him gasp for breath.
She intrigued him but he was still very guarded after his previous relationship.
He shut the door behind them and followed her into the party.
'FAITH!' Shannon shouted over the music. Coming towards her.
'You made it. Let me introduce you to your new work collegues,' he started, leading her towards a group of people. 'This is Mark, Bill and Anna.'
They were all very polite to her, making small talk. Mainly about England, because her accent was so strong, it was instantly recognisable.
She didn't want to talk about that place. She wanted to leave. Get away from the conversation. Excusing herself, she stepped outside and breathed in the warm night air. Leaning back against the wall she lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke.
'Got a light?'
Him again.
'Sure.' she looked up at him, his multi-coloured hair was tied in a bun again at the nape of his neck, a stray strand falling over his face. She suddenley wanted to reach out and brush it back, resisting the urge she quickly looked back out into the night. Why did he have this effect on her, this was only the second time she had met him.
'Thanks.' he handed it back to her and as he did so, thier hands brushed, both felt the spark but neither reacted.
'So I heard you got the job at Gas Chamber?' he spoke first, breaking the silence.
'Yeah, it should be good.' she replied.
'Shannon only hired you because he thinks your hot, he wants to get inside you, you know that don't you?'
She felt like he had physically winded her.
'Excuse me?' she managed to stutter. Why was he being like this?
'You heard me.'
'Oh.' She didn't know what else to say.
'Its pretty obvious, mind you I can see why.' He stopped suddenley.
Faith sneaked a glance at him, he was still looking straight ahead, she was confused by this whole conversation. He was like a Jeckyl and Hyde, making a comment and then possibly hitting on her?
She didn't know what to say. They stood there for a few seconds. Faith looking anywhere but at him. Jeff turning his head and looking directly at her.
They finished their cigarettes and as Faith turned to walk indoors, Jeff grabbed her arm. Pulling her towards him, his lips crashed onto hers. Jeff grabbed her hips and pulled them towards his. She could feel his excitment. As quickly as he started, he stopped and pulled away.
Without saying a word he walked indoors, leaving Faith standing there wondering what the hell just happened.