Dita. I’m coming!’
‘No!’ She stopped dead, releasing him. ‘Not till you tell me you love me.’
Reaching up, Theo pulled her head down to meet his own and kissed her full on the lips. ‘You know I love you,’ he whispered. ‘Don’t stop.’
Theo was many things but he was not stupid. From the first time he laid eyes on her at the Make-A-Wish ball, surrounded by sycophants and hangers-on, he knew that he would have to differentiate himself from every other suitor if he wanted to have a shot at Dita Andreas. What he didn’t know was how easy that would be; that the key to Dita’s pussy, if not her heart, was as simple as putting himself first. If there was one thing Theo Dexter knew how to do, it was to put himself first.
Dita started to rock her hips again, and Theo closed his eyes. It doesn’t get any better than this. I’ve got the world’s sexiest woman balancing on my balls, a hit TV show that just keeps getting bigger, and tomorrow I’m off to Asia for three wonderful weeks. Most western celebrities loathed promoting in Asia. They hated the jet lag, the humidity, the soulless hotels and weird-looking food. Theo loved it. As excited as he was by Dita, he thrived on variety. In Tokyo, even the hookers acted like virgins, demure and submissive and so young. It was like owning Le Caprice, but being invited to dinner at Nobu. What’s not to like? After a few weeks of on-demand sex from Japanese teenagers, he would return to Dita hungrier than ever. And of course, she’d have missed him …
Neither Dita nor Theo heard the front door open. Theo was lost in his own, ecstatic world and Dita was letting out little rhythmic gasps of pleasure as he thrust deeper inside her. She would tell him about Brett and the divorce afterwards. This was too good a fuck to be interrupted.
By the time Theo opened his eyes, Theresa had already been standing in the office doorway for a full twenty seconds. Too shell-shocked to speak, she watched the pair of them writhing on the parquet floor feeling like a zoologist observing the mating habits of some rare species. The girl was stunning, at least from behind. Irrationally, Theresa found herself thinking, That’s what I’d like my body to look like. I wonder who her trainer is?
‘Theresa!’ Theo stared at her. The look on his face was more irritated than ashamed, as if he resented the interruption. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Getting my make-up,’ said Theresa. Her voice sounded like someone else’s. Is this really happening? Wriggling out from underneath Dita, Theo pulled up his trousers. Only then did Dita turn around, and cast a languid eye over her lover’s wife.
‘She’s exactly like you described,’ she said bitchily to Theo.
‘You’re Dita Andreas,’ Theresa gasped.
‘Last time I checked.’ Dita stood up, stark naked, and held out her hand. Theresa couldn’t help but stare at her crotch, which had been waxed completely hairless. It looked horrible, like a baby bird hatched too soon. ‘How do you do.’
Numb with shock, Theresa shook Dita’s hand. ‘I’m fine, thank you.’
No. I’m not fine. This is not fine. I’m shaking hands with a naked film star who’s just shagged my husband on the floor of our home.
Shaking, Theresa turned to Theo. ‘I don’t understand. I thought things were better. You seemed so much happier. The adoption …’
‘He was happier because he’s been with me,’ said Dita. She’d been planning on using her divorce from Brett to force the issue with Theo. But his wife catching the two of them in flagrante was even better. Theo would have no choice but to end his marriage now.
‘Shut up!’ wailed Theresa. ‘And put some clothes on, for Christ’s sake. This is between me and my husband.’
Dita looked to Theo for support. Instead he threw her her clothes and said, ‘Perhaps it’s best if you go, darling. I’ll handle Theresa.’
‘You will not handle me,’ sobbed Theresa. ‘I’m not some bloody puppy you need to house train! I’m your wife.’ She was getting hysterical.
‘Fine,’ Dita pouted, stalking into the hallway. Still naked, she didn’t seem in the least perturbed that the cleaning staff had all stopped to stare at her. ‘I’ll leave. For now. But this isn’t over.’ She glared at Theresa. ‘Theo and I love each other. We’re going to be together and there’s nothing you can do about it.’
After Dita had gone, Theo locked the study door. Then he poured a glass of whisky and handed it to Theresa.
‘No, thank you.’
‘Drink it,’ he insisted. ‘It’ll help.’
Theresa drank. The amber liquid scorched her throat and made her eyes water. She sat down on the couch, feeling more disorientated than ever.
‘I can’t believe this is a surprise to you,’ said Theo.
‘Can’t you?’
‘We’ve been unhappy for years now. The best thing will be to work out a clean, quiet divorce. There’s no need to let things get ugly or confrontational.’
‘ “ The best thing? ” The best thing for whom? For you and that slut?’
‘Don’t be puerile. Insulting Dita isn’t going to make this any easier,’ said Theo piously.
‘Actually it makes things a lot easier for me. Are you in love with her?’
Theo hesitated. Eventually he said, ‘We’re similar, Dita and I. I need someone like that in my life, T. Someone ambitious and vital and strong and …’
‘… thin?’ said Theresa bleakly.
‘I was going to say confident. But I won’t deny that image is important. Come on, Theresa. When we met, we both lived in a different world. We’ve come a long way from Madingley Road. I’ve come a long way,’ he corrected himself. ‘Can’t we just say we had a good run of it and call it quits? End this as friends, with dignity?’
Dignity? thought Theresa. Five minutes ago you were on the floor with your trousers around your ankles. If it weren’t happening to her she would have laughed.
‘I don’t want to be friends, Theo. I love you. If you were planning to leave me, why did you tell me you wanted to adopt? Why did you set up those appointments with the orphanage in Singapore?’
Theo ran his hands through his hair. ‘I don’t know why. I was trying to do the right thing, I suppose. Obviously it was a mistake.’ He couldn’t tell her the truth. That a week ago he’d had no intention of divorcing her. That what happened today had brought things to a head. That he was as trapped as she was, because there could be no way back with Dita now. ‘Look, I’m going to stay in a hotel tonight. We’ll talk more when I get back from Asia. Work out the practicalities. That’ll give us both time to get our heads around things.’
Theresa sat like a statue, watching him walk out of the room.
I don’t want to get my head around things. I want you, and a baby, and my life back. Theo’s dalliances with researchers and students had hurt her. But she knew that none of those girls meant anything to him, not really. While his affairs remained casual, she’d been able to cling to the hope of reviving her marriage. This was different. This was Dita Andreas! How on God’s earth was Theresa supposed to compete with that?
Ten minutes later she heard the trunk of Theo’s Lamborghini slam shut and his car roar out of the gates. Standing up, she walked unsteadily over to the drinks cabinet and poured herself another whisky. It tasted smoother this time, and the burn was less intense. The third was even better. The fourth was bliss. By the time she staggered out of the house and got back into her own car, the sun was starting to set. She turned on the ignition. I’ll be late for my class. The students will be waiting. I can’t let everyone down. I have to be organized. I have to show Theo I can cope. That I’m strong, like Dita Andreas. The gates at the