Chapter Nineteen
'Samantha
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'Hello dear.'
I was reminded of the Bond villain sitting in a swivel chair stroking some plush cat with evil green eyes. Tarquin sneered from behind his impressive over bite, leaning into my doorway, eyes fixed squarely on me.
'Tarquin move your arse.' My patience was wearing thin even with Donna today, so I wasn't exactly in the mood for Mr Winkie and his irritating innuendos. And my sheer revulsion for him.
'Darling that's no way to talk to your fiancé.' He chided, wagging his finger and riling me up so much I considered going all Jackie Chan on his undoubtedly lily white arse.
'Just stop it. Seriously. I'll deck you.'
'She will.' Donna agreed. 'Step aside short arse before you land on it.'
'I know all about your Cagney and Lacey act tod
