GETTING EVEN - Softcover

RAYNER, SARAH

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1250042119 ISBN 13: 9781250042118

Verlag: Griffin, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

Revenge has never been such fun
How would you feel if your best friend at work betrayed you? Was secretly having an affair with an influential colleague? Won a coveted promotion, then teamed you up with a mere junior, leaving you feeling completely demoted? What would you do? For Ivy there's no choice. The only person she has ever trusted, Orianna, has blown it big time. So there's only one way forward: revenge.
Ivy's campaign is brilliant, if horribly destructive, and she's determined to get even with the woman who has dared to cross her. But is Ivy really the innocent party? Or is she hiding secrets of her own?
From Sarah Rayner, the international bestselling author of One Moment, One Morning, comes Getting Even, an unputdownable story of jealousy, sex, friendship and backstabbing set in the heart of London's Soho adland.

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Getting Even

By Sarah Rayner

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2014 Sarah Rayner
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-250-04211-8

Contents

Title Page, 
Copyright Notice, 
1. Friends all, 
2. Embrace together, 
3. Tush, never tell me!, 
4. You rise to play and go to bed to work, 
5. Ha! I like not that, 
6. A constant, loving, noble nature, 
7. I grace my cause in speaking for myself, 
8. I am worth no worse a place, 
9. The raven o'er the infected house, 
10. The net that shall enmesh them all, 
11. Foul charms, 
12. A capable and wide revenge, 
13. What is spoke comes from my love, 
14. Perdition catch my soul but I do love thee!, 
15. And when I love thee not, chaos is come again, 
16. The thought doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my innards, 
17. Make all the money thou canst, 
18. The green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on, 
19. Dangerous conceits are in their natures poison, 
20. Weight'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath, 
21. Can anything be made of this?, 
22. Is't lost? Is't gone?, 
23. I have a thing for you, 
24. Work on, my medicine, work!, 
25. Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content!, 
26. Lie with her? Lie on her?, 
27. I had rather be a toad … than keep a corner in the thing I love for other's uses, 
28. Tonight, I do entreat that we may sup together, 
29. I understand a fury in your words, but not the words, 
30. O! O! O!, 
31. Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use, 
32. This is the night that either makes me, or fordoes me quite, 
33. I must leave her company, 
34. What's the business?, 
35. These may be counterfeits, 
36. She was too fond of her most filthy bargain, 
37. Keep our counsel, 
38. Villainy, villainy, villainy!, 
39. Hell and might must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light, 
40. Confess a truth, 
41. Heaven truly knows thou art as false as hell, 
42. A word or two, 
43. Great of heart, 
44. Here is my journey's end, 
Acknowledgments, 
Also by Sarah Rayner, 
About the Author, 
Copyright, 

CHAPTER 1

Friends all

"We'll be late," said Dan.

"Aw ... Five more minutes?" said Orianna, snuggling up to him.

With her head on his chest, she could feel his breath come and go. She gazed absentmindedly past the geraniums on the windowsill and into the distance; she was in that soporific state after making love when nothing else matters. Even the presentation she was due to give that morning seemed less important, although the new business could be worth thousands to the ad agency where she worked.

If I were to die this minute, she thought, I'd die happy. If a bomb were to land slap bang on the apartment and snuff us out in an instant, it would be a good time to go.

Her eyes came to rest on the window box. There was something about the zinging red petals against the dusty bright green of the leaves she found beautiful. Even on a gray day like today, they were brimming with life, determined to bloom, defiant.

This was how Dan made her feel—the world seemed heightened, her senses ablaze. Ordinary experiences were more intense; she noticed things that might otherwise pass her by.

Orianna patted his belly. "You realize this is one of my favorite bits of you?"

Dan breathed in and tensed his lower abdomen. "Look—you can almost see the outline of my muscles."

Much as she loved his body, Orianna was skeptical. Thanks to the amount of sex they'd been having, she'd got to know every inch of him over the last few months and it seemed unlikely she'd have missed such a delicious sign of masculinity. "Where?"

Dan extricated himself from their embrace and sat up. "Here."

Indeed, there were the oh-so-faint contours of a six-pack.

"Ooh yes!"

"I've worked hard for them. I've been doing extra sit-ups with Rob at the gym."

"Because I said I liked your little tummy?"

Dan's voice was gruff. "I've always been a bit conscious of it."

"I didn't mean it as a criticism ..."

"No, I know ..." He paused. "You see, I didn't used to be like this."

"Oh?"

"I was quite chubby, when I was little."

She couldn't imagine it. Dan might not be Michelangelo's David, but he was in pretty good shape for an ad man with several years' drinking and debauchery under his belt.

He scratched his head, then muttered, "My brother used to call me Dough Boy. "

"No!" She couldn't resist poking a finger into Dan's midriff. "Because of this?"

Dan jumped. "Stop! That tickles!"

"What did you say?" She tickled him some more.

Dan laughed, helpless, but preventing further humiliation seemed the incentive he needed to precipitate him out of bed and into the shower. Minutes later he emerged, rubbing his hair dry with a towel so it stood up in haphazard spikes.

"It'd be great to celebrate getting the pitch over with," she said. "What are you doing tonight?" She awaited his response, apprehensive. Although they'd been seeing each other a while and he'd never given her cause to worry, Orianna wasn't confident when it came to men. Moments of uncertainty when she feared he might say he had something better to do still gave her butterflies.

"I've got an appointment with Rob at seven thirty."

"Oh." She turned away so he wouldn't see how disappointed she was. She'd fallen for Dan big-time and couldn't get enough of him. Although perhaps she ought to be grateful—these grueling sessions with his personal trainer seemed to be keeping him trim.

He added, "I'm free afterwards."

Inside she skipped with delight. "I thought you guys sometimes went for a drink, when you have an evening session?"

"Yeah, we do—only a quick one."

"Don't let me stop you."

"No, no, you won't."

Hmm, she pondered, I do so want to see Dan later, and it's about time we began socializing openly ... Rob would be a good place to start. Besides, it could be worth getting to know him. All this talk of tummies—now I'm in a regular sexual relationship, I might benefit from a little personal training myself. He could help me stave off those Italian curves to which I seem genetically disposed if Mum is anything to go by.

"How about I hook up with you both somewhere? I'd like to meet him."

"Actually, that may not be a bad idea."

"Yeah?"

"I'm a bit worried about Rob."

"Oh?" Dan's such a sweetheart, thought Orianna. How touching he's so concerned.

"Having you there might help."

"D'you reckon?" Even though she'd never met Rob, she was flattered by the idea he could need her advice.

"I think he might, er ..." Dan scratched his scalp again, a habit she'd noticed suggested he was about to reveal something.

What could it be? Perhaps Rob had girlfriend problems, and Orianna, with her female perspective, could help him. She was good at being a sympathetic ear. And maybe, when he met Orianna, he'd realize what a great girl she was, and appreciating there were other lovely women out there would ease his pain ... Not that she'd do anything about it, of course. No, she was in love with Dan (though she hadn't told him yet), but still, it was nice to be admired. She smiled, relishing the prospect of having two men to herself for the evening. "Mm?"

"I think he might fancy me," muttered Dan.

* * *

Across London, in Battersea, Rob slept on under...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Griffin
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1250042119
• ISBN 13: 9781250042118
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 324
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