I wondered what Sue’s photoprompt was going to be this week and if I could follow on from the previous 2.
I left last week’s on a cliff hanger:
‘We’ve been waiting for you………………’
so the question is where to go next.
Jake broke out in a cold sweat as if the bottom had fallen out of his world and hoped his loosened bowels wouldn’t make a splash on the expensive carpet.
Who were these people? Where did they come from?
And why was Angela grinning like a Cheshire Cat in the background?
‘I’m sorry,’ the tallest Suit said extending his hand. ‘I’m ……..’
Angela butted in before he could continue.
‘This is Charles Thorpe, and this is his house.’ She giggled. ‘We’re sort of trespassing.’
Jake thought of the three bottles of wine he had consumed and choked on the possible cost that would have to be reimbursed. He’d already maxed out his Diners card to pay for this trip, and was fast running up additional bills that he may not be able to cover at the end of the month. Angela was something he couldn’t put on expenses.
‘To explain,’ the short Suit said. ‘I’m afraid you’re on the wrong island. Mr Thorpe was kind enough to let you stay the night uninterrupted after your journey as he has several other chalets and villas here because he entertains a lot. He appreciates the inconvenience, but needs his house back as he’s expecting important guests tomorrow.’
Jake ‘s confusion soon turned to annoyance.
‘Your shuttle ship or whatever you call it dropped us here, so how were we to know any different? What are we supposed to do now?’
Angela butted in yet again, and Jake was beginning to get really ticked off with it.
‘We’ve been offered an extra week on another island close by. Isn’t that wonderful?’
‘I can’t afford another week, Angela,’ he said tightly.
‘Oh it would be completely free of charge, Sir,’ the Skirt Suit said. ‘The island is quite secluded from the others, except this one. There is only the one property on it, which actually belongs to Mr Thorpe too, so your complete privacy is assured.’
Jake looked at the other man and shrugged, a little envious. Nice to have pots of money and own an island or two.
‘I’ll go and pack.’
‘Oh, I’ve already done it!’ Angela gushed. ‘The boat’s at the jetty ready to take us to the other island and Charles will have his crew come in and clean ready for his guests. It’s not as if we’ve made a lot of mess. We’ve only been here a day!’
She giggled again, and it rankled.
Jake couldn’t help but notice the fleeting resentment cross Thorpe’s face at her familiarity. It matched his feelings perfectly over the way she had taken over without consulting him.
‘Thank you for your kind offer, Mr Thorpe,’ he said politely, ‘but an extra week is unnecessary.’
Turning to the Skirt Suit he added
‘Angela and I won’t be staying anywhere, and I’d be grateful if you could arrange a full refund bearing in mind this turn of events.’
‘Of course,’ she said.
Angela was seething and didn’t say a word on the boat back to the mainland.
Jake was relieved to be honest. Thank God they weren’t married. It had been an eye opening couple of days, and once they were back in familiar territory, he would end their relationship, unless she beat him to it.
Judging by the look on her face, that was more than likely.
Meanwhile, Thorpe’s second-in-command commented on how it was a relief the couple hadn’t stayed.
‘If there had been witnesses, Sir,’ he said, ‘we would have had to arrange another ‘accident’ on your other island.’