Crazy, Undercover, Love. Nikki Moore

gulp as we sit down. It’s exactly the kind of set up I’ve been dreading – intimate and romantic. I flick a wary glance at Alex. His total concentration is on the menu. I frown as I finish off my wine. The last thing I need is to get drunk and sloppy and let my identity slip too soon. No more alcohol tonight. Reaching for a glass of water, my hand twitches and knocks it over, and I watch in horror as it sends a cascade of good old H20 directly towards Alex. But he’s quick, pushing back from the table like his chair is on wheels.

      I jump from my seat, grabbing a napkin. ‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t get you, did I?’

      He stands, waving a hand to someone behind me for assistance. ‘Luckily for me, no.’

      My gaze drops to his trousers to check and I move towards him, hand extended reflexively to mop up.

      He grabs my wrist before I reach my target, ‘I said you missed, Charley.’

      ‘Yes, of course. S–sorry,’ I stutter as he releases my arm. Was I really just about to rub his crotch? Dear God. Sloping back to my chair, I wish I could slide under the table and hide, especially when not one, but two members of staff arrive to sort out the mess I’ve made. My face starts to burn. I’ve always been clumsy but today I’ve hit a new record; the water in the plane, almost falling over in the bar, and now attempting to give Alex a shower and rub him down. I should come with an Official Government Warning: Spending time with this girl may be bad for your health/clothes/sanity.