Pretty Wicked

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  Pretty Wicked

  Georgia Le Carre

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  Copyright © 2014 by Georgia Le Carre

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  Dedicated to Miko Peled, the author of

  The General’s Son: Journey of an Israeli in Palestine

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  Contents

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

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  Prologue

  The girl looked at her own flushed and excited reflection in the mirror critically. Her hair was curled, she was wearing eyeshadow, and she was dressed in a beautiful new blue silk dress with a bow at the waist, but she knew she was no beauty.

  That was for sure.

  Her nose was too big and her mouth too broad and filled with metal. She was also covered in a layer of puppy fat, at least that is what her mother had told her. Glasses covered her best asset: her eyes. They were enormous and made of the clearest green liquid. Not even a hint of gold or hazel to muddy their spectacular beauty. The pupils were large, like the eyes of an innocent child.

  When she heard the roar of a sports car pulling up in the driveway she froze with sudden terror. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy. Trembling with nerves she ran to the windows, and hidden behind the net curtain looked down. She nearly peed herself. Holy Mother, he was getting out of the car with a bunch of flowers!

  ‘OMG! OMG!’ she shrieked with excitement. He came. He really, really had come for her. Some part of her had not believed that he would stand her up.

  Distractedly she took off her glasses and placed them on a table filled with books. She had many books. They were safer than people. She moved through her suddenly blurry bedroom to the door and stood behind it, waiting. The best thing to do was to let her mother call her. She didn’t want to appear too eager or too desperate.

  ‘Sky, Miko’s here,’ her mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

  Sky opened her door and, sucking her stomach in, stepped out. As regally as she could she walked slowly down the stairs. Both Miko and her mother were two blurred figures standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her. When she got to the second last step her mother’s face came into soft focus. She was eyeing her daughter worriedly. Ever since Sky’s father had died last year her mother had changed, becoming frightened and introverted.

  Shyly Sky turned toward Miko. And… Wow! Just wow! He was so gorgeous she lost her power of speech. Her poor teenage brain felt quite overwhelmed in the presence of the most handsome boy in school. All she could do was gaze up at him as if he was the hottest, coolest thing in the whole world. He could have had anyone he wanted and yet he had asked her. She felt a warm glow at the thought.

  Sky had become infatuated with Miko from the first moment she had set eyes on him, from afar. Her mother dismissed it as a girlish crush, but Sky was certain it was love. She was certain she was deeply and irrevocably in love with him. She doodled his name on the insides of her homework folders, and daydreamed about him for hours.

  It was a silly, obsessive, wonderful, exhilarating fantasy that would have come to nothing, until last week, when he had suddenly invited her to a party one of his friends was having. Come to think of it, last week was when a few other boys who had never noticed her before had also asked her out. She had looked in the mirror and wondered if she was changing. If she was somehow becoming more attractive, but the mirror said NO!

  She stepped off the last step and stood grinning stupidly up at Miko.

  ‘Well, you kids better be off then. Will you bring Sky home by ten p.m., Miko?’ her mother said.

  ‘Of course, Mrs. Johnson.’ He turned toward Sky and smiled a heart-shattering smile and she thought she would melt right there on the spot. I think he likes me. I think he really likes me. It made her heart crash so loudly against her ribs she was sure he could hear it.

  Outside, he opened the door of his sleek Cobra, and courteously settled her into it.

  He got in, powered on one of those megawatt smiles in her direction and started the engine.

  He drove fast and silently. Outside the huge mansion where the party was being held, he stopped under a large tree and turned off the engine. She turned toward him.

  ‘Thank you so much, Miko, for asking me to this party. I’d never ever imagined you’d ever even look at me let alone invite me to a party. This is the happiest day of my life,’ she blurted out suddenly, and blushed at her own daring.

  He frowned and then gazed at her as if seeing her for the first time. In a daze he lifted his hand, brushed it against the back of her ear, and pushed her hair to the side, exposing her long throat.

  She shivered and tilted her chin upward and saw through the canopy of leaves a sky brilliantly full of stars. She couldn’t see them clearly without her glasses and they seemed like tiny holes in the black sky through which brilliantly white light was pouring. She returned her eyes to his face to find that his eyes had left the smooth curve of her neck and were settled on her mouth. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her—his face even moved toward her, and she worried about all the metal in her mouth—but then his expression changed. He seemed almost shocked by something.

  ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered softly.

  She blushed even more, and he stared at the color flooding her face, and shook his head as if to clear it. He turned his face away from her abruptly and stared ahead of him. A muscle ticked furiously in his jaw. For many seconds he was silent and she simply stared at him. She had never been out with a boy and she didn’t know what to do or say.

  ‘You know what?’ he said finally. ‘Let’s not go to this party. Let’s just go to town and get to know each other better over some burgers and Coke.’

  Her face crumpled with disappointment. She had never been to a party before. Her life had been sheltered. It was her parents and her books. She had no real friends. They had only moved here two years ago and she was still treated like a stranger in this tiny town of five thousand people. ‘You’ve changed your mind,’ she said dully. ‘You’re ashamed of being seen with me around your fine friends.’

  ‘Of course not,’ he denied hotly, but a flush of shame slashed across his cheekbones.

  She shook her head sadly. ‘It’s all right, you don’t have to explain.’

  ‘Shit,’ he cursed under his breath.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, and bowed her head to hide from him.

  He turned to her and clutching her face in both his hands lifted it and forced her to
look at him. ‘Don’t be sorry, Sky. It’s not you,’ he said fiercely.

  She brightened at that. ‘All right, we’ll go into town instead. I’d rather have a burger and a Coke with you than go to a party, anyway.’ And she smiled tremulously. The truth was she didn’t mind not going to the party. Burger and Coke with him would be a dream come true. It was silly of her to have insisted. It was just her pride that had been hurt. She was not beautiful. And that was that.

  He let go of her and looked down at his hands for a moment. ‘Fine,’ he said flatly, ‘we’ll go in, but we’re not staying. Five minutes and we’re out of there.’

  She grinned from ear to ear. He did not grin back. He seemed almost fearful. He opened her car door and held his hand to help her out of his car. She put her hand in his and felt the warm power in it.

  He dropped her hand but they walked close to each other. At the door he took a deep breath and looked at her. She was gazing at him with shining eyes. He opened the door and they stepped inside.

  She had never been to a party in such a fine house and she looked around her in awe. Sky immediately recognized some of the girls from school, the vampiric popular crowd who derived their power by humiliating and ridiculing the lesser endowed. She didn’t allow herself to think it, but they were the golden girls who usually hung out with Miko, the ones with the lithe, cheerleading bodies and flawlessly beautiful faces. One of them was holding a clipboard and staring at her and looked like she was about to come in their direction.

  Miko grabbed her hand and started to pull her through the throng of people. One or two people called out to him, but he waved in their general direction and dragged her even faster toward the back of the house. In a corridor where the crowd had thinned a little, he turned around and, still walking quickly ahead, said, ‘Come on, let’s get a drink.’

  She noticed that he seemed tense and different than he had been in the car.

  ‘Come on,’ Miko urged, when she lagged slightly. They were nearly at the kitchen by then.

  ‘What do you want to drink?’ he asked, his eyes roaming around them.

  ‘Beer,’ she said although she didn’t really like it.

  ‘There is fruit punch if you prefer,’ he said.

  She nodded gratefully.

  ‘Stay here and don’t move,’ he instructed, putting her into a corner where there was no one, and where no one could see her. She watched him leave her to get the drinks.

  She was standing there, awkward and uncomfortable, when the blonde with the clipboard came towards her. Her eyes were glittering with malice.

  ‘So who might you be?’ she asked haughtily. A feat considering she was also chewing gum.

  ‘Sky.’

  ‘Sky what?’ she asked rudely.

  ‘Why? Why do you need my last name?’

  ‘Because we need to know who the winner will be.’

  ‘The winner?’

  ‘Yeah, Queen Freak.’

  The blood drained from Sky’s face.

  The girl was watching her avidly. The way a snake would watch the rat it has sunk its fangs into to die of its poison. ‘You do want your escort to win, don’t you?’

  Sky focused her eyes on the beautiful face in front of her. Don’t let her get the better of you, Sky. Don’t let them win. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. ‘Johnson. My name is Sky Johnson,’ she said slowly. Her voice sounded far away or as if she was hearing it from underwater.

  ‘Cool. Good luck,’ the blonde said and flounced away.

  Sky pushed herself away from the corner. There was a door close to her. She opened it. It gave out to a conservatory full of beautiful flowering plants. She stumbled toward the glass door at the end of it. Out in the garden she began to run with the blood pounding in her ears and the tears running down her face and falling onto her beautiful blue dress.

  She ran and she ran.

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  Seven years later…

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  One

  I turned away from the cashier’s counter and slammed into a hard wall—well, it felt like it, but in fact, it was a man’s solid chest. Large, powerful hands came around and gripped my upper arms to steady me.

  For a second it was all right. I had the apologetic, slightly flirtatious smile and appropriate words that passed for polite regret in England ready—I’m ever so sorry. But when my eyes flew past the broad shoulders up to his face my whole world tilted crazily. I felt the blood drain away from my head. A part of my brain screamed, No. No. No. No fucking way. Not halfway across the world. Not after all this time.

  I opened my mouth and… Closed it like some dumb goldfish in a bowl. Stupidly, I stared at the savagely beautiful face, the firmly etched mouth, the jet-black eyes, the straight eyebrows and the hard, hard jaw line—my God, the boy had become a man: a devastatingly sexy man.

  A still functioning, rational part of my brain hissed urgently, say I’m ever so sorry, like now, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do a fucking thing.

  I was like a deer in headlights. I just stared and gaped and stared some more while his eyes remained strangely impassive. My palms pressed against his chest and encountered the stone-like slabs of the muscles of his pecs. His nearness was like some sort of drug that dazed me. I scrambled to pull myself together.

  Often with time a childhood crush becomes endearing in a silly sort of way, but obviously I had never let him go. I tore my gaze away from his magnetic eyes and roved, dazed and shocked over the snowy white shirt, down the perfectly tailored charcoal suit. Expensive. Impressive. Sexy. I had never seen him in anything but a black leather jacket and jeans. Hazily, my mind made a note of his scent. Cologne probably. Sinfully dry and spicy in a way that citrus was not.

  ‘Are you all right?’ he asked.

  God! His voice. It was far more impressive than I remembered. Then it had been full of bravado and the arrogance of youth and privilege. He had exchanged that in favor of tone and timbre and depth. It flowed with charm. Magnetic. Truly.

  I nodded vigorously.

  His hands were still gripping my upper arms to steady me. And to be perfectly honest I was glad, because my knees were pure jelly. My eyes darted back to his face. The rest of that outrageously handsome face remained unfathomably impassive, but the shrewd black eyes narrowed. ‘Do I know you?’

  Shit.

  It was now or never. I took a deep breath, and thank God, my brain kicked in. I shook my head quickly. ‘I don’t think so,’ I croaked.

  Something shifted in the air between us. And it was all to do with the odd way I was behaving. His gaze bored steadily into mine. Purely on instinct I took a step back and he let go of my arms. Big mistake. My knees were still pure jelly. I was sliding downwards. He caught me, a strange expression on his face. My pulse leapt about like a frightened fish.

  ‘Are you sure you’re all right?’ he asked again, his eyes registering concern.

  I nodded and aware that my behavior was extremely bizarre to say the least I blurted out the first explanation that came into my head for my strange behavior. ‘It’s OK. I’m just…pregnant.’

  A veil came over his eyes.

  I inhaled shakily, my face heating up with the lie.

  Strong arms guided me over to a tall stool by the shop window. I sat down and spread my right palm on the cold glass. I bowed my head and like a fool looked at his shoes. Black leather polished to a high shine. What the hell was he doing here in my local? I lifted my head and stretched out my mouth. ‘I’m fine now. Thank you for your help.’

  He frowned. ‘No, I will wait until you have recovered fully.’ This time his voice had an edge to it.

  I swallowed the rock in my throat. ‘No, really. You can go. Thank you. I’m fine. Honestly.’

  He hesitated. ‘Would you like me to call someone? Your…husband, perhaps?’

  I shook my head so vigorously I felt a little dizzy. Saved by the bell. My mobile phone rang. I could have kissed it. I tore open my bag with shaking fingers and rooted
around desperately for it. I located it and accepted the call without looking at the screen. It was my sister calling from New York.

  ‘Hey you,’ she said.

  ‘Yeah, I’m on my way back,’ I said, and terminated the call. I looked at him with a smile. He was still frowning and looming over me like some impossibly handsome Greek thunder god. ‘It’s the office. The girls are wanting their coffee. I guess I better get going. Thanks for all your help.’

  I jumped off the stool, balanced for a moment on my own two feet. Yup, all good. With a bright, false smile I waved and, skirting him, quickly walked to the end of the counter. My order was already in a cardboard holder and ready to go. I grabbed it and without turning to look at him left the coffee shop. Outside, I walked quickly and purposefully.

  At the end of the block I turned into the little side street and leaned against the wall. Carefully, I put the coffees on the ground. My hands were shaking so badly I had to clasp them hard to stop them. Against the red brick side of the adjacent building there was an old sign—‘Barrick & Sons, Certified Chartered Accountants’. Black on cream with a black border: so old-fashioned, so dependable.

  They say childhood memories are never fully lost. I could still remember the smell of bread baking, beeswax floor polish on the old wooden floors, drinking warm milk straight from the cow. And Miko.

  I felt the tears that were longing to burst forth burning at the backs of my eyes and as I stood there watching the sign they began to well into my eyes and run down my face.

  ‘Fuck it,’ I cursed, and opening my purse found a Kleenex to blow my nose. Leaning my head back against the wall I closed my eyes. Emotionally, I felt totally spent.

  ‘What now?’

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