Alter-Ego
an excerpt

ALTER-EGO
Chapter One

If life truly was like a box of chocolates then my life at the moment would be like a coffee cream, looks alright on the outside but once you bite in to it, you realise it’s wrong, all wrong. Unless of course you like coffee creams…
Ignore me, I’m rambling.

I’ve always been partial to a ramble or three, and I’m not talking the hillside -ruck sack and pac-a-mac variety. I’m talking the I’ve no idea what I’m talking about, so I’ll just ramble ‘til something makes perfect sense variety.

‘Penny for them?’ His voice stops my inner ramblings at once and I spin around on my office chair, which happen to be set on casters and so I place my hands on to my filing cabinet to stop any forward rolling.
‘Hey,’ I smile brightly.
‘Just wondering if you’re up to anything tonight?’ His smile catches me off guard and my mind suddenly goes blank.
‘Erm… not sure.’ I turn to check my diary.
‘Liss?’
‘Yeah?’
‘What’s going on?’ He perches on the edge of my desk and looks at me intently.
‘Nothing’s going on,’ I say, voice rising slightly.
‘But you’ve made other plans?’ He raises one eye brow and I suddenly feel like a child.
‘Well, yes – actually yes. I happen to have plans tonight.’ I cough.
‘What plans?’
‘What’s it got to do with you?’ I try and sound light hearted and fun but know I
actually sound like a lunatic on valium.
‘Are we OK?’ He reaches over and places his hand on my knee.
I flick my dark hair back over my shoulders and stroke his cheek, ‘Of course we’re OK Alfie. I’ve just got plans. I’m free tomorrow.’

I watch him get up from the desk and stride three huge steps to the door of my office. He closes it firmly and turns back to face me. ‘Can we talk?’
‘About?’
‘Us?’
‘What do you want to talk about us for?’ I laugh and control the lunatic deep within.
‘Like for instance what were doing? Where we’re going?’
I look at his dark, crisp suit, right up to his blonde rugged hair, ‘Isn’t that the woman’srole, to ask the questions?’
‘You’d think so, wouldn’t you?’ His voice is firm and slightly cold. I don’t like it.

He leaves me no choice. I get up from my chair and push him towards my desk. I push my lips on to his and melt, he does seem to have that control over me. I undo his fly and hitch up my skirt and show him exactly how much I think of him. I often think actions speak far louder than words.

And please don’t start tutting and disapproving ‘Oh and she had rumpy on the bloody office desk of all places.’ Please, we’re consenting adults who happen to havebeen seeing each other for well six months. It’s gone half five, so we’re the only ones still here, well apart from Sheila the cleaner but she’ll be busy buffering the marble floor in the foyer with her ipod switched on. Plus I have to be home no later than half an hours time and so I absolutely do not have time for ‘the chat’ today.