Page 23 of Stuck with the Hot Boss
‘So where do you live, Leo?’ said Nicky.
‘The interrogation has begun, has it?’ he replied.
‘If you can’t stand the heat,’ Nicky said, ‘you shouldn’t willingly enter the mouth of hell.’
‘I don’t recall that being the saying,’ said Leo. ‘But in answer to your question, I live in West London.’
‘Narrow it down,’ said Evie. ‘We’re fussy like that.’
‘Okay.’ Leo sighed. ‘I live in Chelsea.’
‘Oo-er,’ said Nicky. ‘Posh boy.’
‘Not posh.’ Leo shook his head. ‘My dad’s a health and safety inspector and my mum teaches English as a second language.’
‘Rich boy, then,’ said Nicky, relentlessly.
‘It’s a one-bedroom flat,’ said Leo. ‘And before you ask, yes, I have a mortgage. I made quite a lot of money as a model but not enough to pay cash for a flat in Chelsea .’
‘Car?’
‘I have a 2022 Lamborghini Countach LPI 800-4,’ he replied.
‘Really?’ said Evie.
‘No, of course not!’ said Leo. ‘I have a VW Golf, like everyone else in the UK.’
Nicky exchanged a look with Evie. ‘He took the piss out of us.’
‘He did,’ Evie agreed.
‘I’m beginning to like him,’ said Nicky.
‘Hello?’ Leo waved his hand. ‘I’m right here.’
‘Eat up your pizza, Golf-boy,’ said Nicky. ‘It’s getting cold.’
Leo gave her a hard stare, and lifted a slice of pizza, folded it over onto the adjacent slice, and kept folding until he had the whole pizza in one stack. Eyes still fixed on Nicky, he took a huge bite out of it.
‘Mate,’ Nicky said to Evie, in a tone of deep respect. ‘This one might be a keeper.’
‘Yes, he’s growing on me,’ said Evie, with a smile.
If Leo had any opinion on the matter, he had to keep it to himself, his mouth being full of pizzaquattro formaggi.
Nicky finished up her wine. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’ll leave you two to it.’
Leo could speak now. ‘Feel free to email me any other personal questions you’ve forgotten.’
Nicky made a finger gun and aimed it at him. ‘Be careful what you wish for, Golf-boy.’
Then she turned it into a wave, and with a swish of blonde curly hair was gone.
Evie pointed at Leo’s pint. ‘Another?’
‘Better not,’ said Leo, though he didn’t sound fully convinced.
‘You can always run to work tomorrow. Burn off those extra calories.’
