Behind Closed Doors. B A Paris

yes—07517129146. Did you get that, Jack?’

      ‘Yes, it’s fine. Right, anyone for coffee?’

      But we don’t bother, because Diane has to get back to work and Esther doesn’t want any. Jack asks for the bill and Diane and Esther disappear off to the toilet. I would like to go too, but I don’t bother following them. The bill paid, Jack and I take leave of the others and walk towards the car park.

      ‘Well, did you enjoy that, my perfect little wife?’ Jack asks, opening the car door for me.

      I recognise one of his million-dollar questions. ‘Not really.’

      ‘Not even the dessert you were so looking forward to?’

      I swallow hard. ‘Not as much as I thought I would.’

      ‘It’s lucky Esther was able to help you out then, wasn’t it?’

      ‘I would have eaten it anyway,’ I tell him.

      ‘And deprived me of so much pleasure?’

      A tremor goes through my body. ‘Absolutely.’

      He raises his eyebrows. ‘Do I detect a renewal of your fighting spirit? I’m so glad. To tell the truth, I’ve been getting quite bored.’ He gives me an amused glance. ‘Bring it on, Grace—I’m waiting for you.’