Fun In The Sun (Edited and extra chapters) by Repgreece Repgreece (fiction novels to read .txt) 📕

"I'm not sure if Adam and Fay will stay out late tonight either I'm afraid, but I'm sure there will be people you can catch up with down town," she smiled. "I'm sure they will be glad to see 'the best transfer rep in the world' back again," she teased.
"Of course they will," he grinned. "Oh and Ruth..."
"What?"
"... it's the 'universe'," he grinned. Ruth laughed at him. "Best rep in the 'universe," he stressed. "Ask Sal about it, she knows. Only been back a few hours and I already got her to admit it," he chuckled.
Ruth watched him with interest for a moment. "So, you have seen Sal already then?"
"Yeah, saw her at the airport. She gave me a lift back here. She's coming out tonight too," he informed her.
"Really? You arranged that quickly," Ruth grinned.
"Yeah," he replied, taking another swig of his beer, unsure of what else to say. Ruth watched him for a moment, a smile hovering around her mouth, before she reached for a bag of peanuts and proceeded to pour them out into some small glass bowls she had lined up along the counter top behind the bar.
"So, I'm guessing you know that Sal has been made airport supervisor then," Ruth went on.
"Yeah, she's going to be my boss now," he grinned. "Been promoted ahead of me."
"And how do you feel about having to take orders from the girl you trained?" she asked.
"Livid," he answered.
Ruth's eyes flicked up suddenly from the peanuts then but only to see Nick still grinning.
He laughed. "Only joking. No, I'm happy for her. Not sayin' I'll always do as I'm told," he stressed with amusement. "But, apart from me, can't think of anyone else I'd rather have in the job. She's good at it too... and she looked great today," he added.
Ruth's smile widened. "Tempted, Nick?" She couldn't stop herself from asking.
"What?" he said with confusion.
Ruth failed to reply though. She just returned to the task of replenishing the peanuts with a grin on her face.
He watched her thoughtfully for a moment, and then went back to drinking his beer.
"She went out with Boycie a while ago," Ruth continued, still focusing on her job.
Nick's head shot up then. "What? When?"
"Couple of weeks ago," Ruth replied.
Nick looked horrified. "But she cant, what? I mean....surely she, she wouldn’t..."
"Don't worry," Ruth reassured him, "She soon reconsidered and sent him packing."
Nick visibly relaxed with relief.
"I don't trust him. What was she thinking? Doesn't she know his reputation?" Nick asked.
"I think she thought she might be able to change him, or maybe he sweet talked her, I don't know."
"He's the biggest loser around," Nick said, scratching at the label on his beer bottle. "I've got no time for the guy at all."
Ruth watched Nick peel strips off the beer label. "Hmm, I got that impression, Nick."
He glanced up at her. "Well, have you? You must know what he's like. Do you know he has a score book? Keeps count of how many girl's he's slept with."
She laughed. "Does he indeed?" She shrugged. "He rarely comes in here but from what I've heard other people say... I was glad when Sal changed her mind about him," she answered.
"But she's not with him now?" he asked, needing confirmation.
She smiled, "No, she's not with him now."
He nodded and finished his beer.
"But I'm sure it won't be long until she catches someone else's eye," Ruth added casually, placing a bowl of peanuts in front of Nick and some down the rest of the bar at regular intervals. Thoughts began building in her head as she placed down the bowls. There was something very wrong with the whole situation.
After finishing her task, she returned to the spot where Nick was sitting and stopped suddenly, putting her hands on her hips. "Nick Elliot, how much longer is this going to go on for?" she asked, unable to stop herself, particularly after observing the torment on his face and the pile of shredded beer label on the bar.
His head shot up at her tone. "What?" he asked, eyeing the litter he had created in front of him.
She tutted. "Not this," she said, sweeping the torn pieces of paper into her hands. "The reason behind this." She dropped the pieces into the bin and leant over the bar with her arms crossed to speak at closer quarters to him.
"Working in this job, I tend to notice things," she said.
"What things?" he asked, watching her warily as his heart suddenly started to thud.
She saw the panic in his face and softened her tone. "Certain things about the way people act, or what they do when around other people. Put it this way, I've noticed certain things about how you act when a certain..." she paused, "other person is around. I've noticed it for quite some time now."
Ah hell. He felt like a kid who'd been caught doing something bad. And damn it, he didn't even have a beer now to focus on.
"Oh look, I've run out of beer," he hinted.
She gave a small laugh. "Would you like another beer, Nick?" she said.
"Funny you should ask, yes I would," he replied. She turned to reach into the fridge behind her. "And put one for you on my tab too," he said, hoping he'd escaped any more talk on the previous subject.
"Thanks," she said, pulling out a beer and taking a deep breath before turning back, placing the beer in front of Nick and pouring a glass of wine for herself. She would normally save any drink she was offered for later in the evening, but somehow she thought she might need this one now. She took a quick sip and then tried approaching the subject again, placing one hand over his to show her support.
"I'm sorry Nick, I don't mean to pry, but I want you to be happy." She assessed his response. He was very quiet and still, but he hadn't pulled away from her yet, so she went on. "You're with one woman, but your mind is... somewhere else...with someone else. But this someone else is going to slip through your fingers if you're not careful," she warned him.
He glanced down and took hold of the beer bottle as though he were about to take a swig, but changed his mind and just fiddled with it on the bar.
"I know," he admitted, "but it's complicated."
She tilted her head, watching him sympathetically. "These things usually are. Just don't take too long to 'uncomplicate' them," she said, "And in the meantime, I am always here if you want to talk, Nick."
He looked up from his beer bottle then and she smiled at him. "Thanks Ruth," was all he could think of to say.
She patted his hand and then withdrew contact to take another sip of her wine.
Then something occurred to him and he glanced up at her again. "Ruth," he began.
"Yes," she replied.
"This thing you think you've noticed, you wouldn't have..." He started fiddling with his bottle again. "You didn't happen to... mention it to anyone else, did you?"
His eyes darted to her nervously.
She smiled. "No. Nick, if I started gossiping about all the things I know from working in here, I'd get into quite a lot of trouble," she assured him. "Nobody would come in, and I'd put myself out of business."
That was a relief.
He grinned. "And you wouldn't be the 'best landlady in the world' then either."
Her smile grew. "In the 'universe' Nick. The 'universe'," she stressed.
They both burst into laughter then and he felt suddenly extremely light-hearted.
"Come on Ruthie, let's have a little Sambuca," he grinned.
She shook her head. "No, no, Nick, it's far to early for that."
"Ah go on," he pleaded, "Just a little one with me."
"Nick Elliot, no," she said firmly. "You can have one though."
He pulled a face. "It's not the same on my own. Go on, just a tinsy, winsy, teeny one, Ruthie, Ruthie, please," he begged.
"Don't 'Ruthie, Ruthie' me," she said. "Sorry, but no."
"Okay," he replied sulkily.
She went to continue refilling the fridges with drinks but stopped and sighed.
"Okay," she relented. "Just one though Nick, and no more," she stressed pointing a finger at him.
His face broke out into a huge smile. He knew she would give in.
She reached to the shelf behind her, collected two shot glasses and poured the Sambuca from the bottle she kept at the side of the till.
Handing one to him, she picked up her glass and held it up to clink with his. "I can't believe you talked me into doing this," she said.
"I love you Ruthie, Ruthie," he replied, clinking her glass and downing the Sambuca.'
She followed and cringed slightly at the burning sensation it created. "Woa, that always makes my head go a bit funny," she admitted.
He grinned. "I love it when your head goes a bit funny."
She laughed. "Why?"
"Dunno," he shrugged.
"You're incorrigible," she said.
"I know," he replied, looking very pleased with himself.

 

I am getting through a chapter around every one or two days. Hopefully it is improving the book and will lead to a finished story. Updates to follow. 

 

Fun In The Sun Chapter 10

Extra chapter

 

 

"Darn it," Ruth said, glancing down the bar as Fay and Adam walked in. "I only needed to wait a few minutes and you could have had your Sambuca with these two."
"Too late," Nick said, standing to greet them.
"Well hello there Mr Transfer rep," Adam said with a big smile, holding out his hand to Nick. Nick took his hand and Adam shook it, leaning closer for a friendly pat on the back. "Where did you come from? You never mentioned you'd be back so soon."
"Actually it was a spur of the moment decision," he informed them. "How are you two doing anyway?" he asked, looking from one to the other.
"We're fine," Fay smiled, putting an arm around his neck and kissing him on the cheek.
He put his hand on her back and grinned. "Hey, I should go away and come back more often. It's great; I get all the girls kissing me!"
"Err," Adam coughed to get his attention and glared at Nick's hand.
He laughed and removed his hand from Fay's back, holding both up in surrender. "Look, no hands now."
Adam smiled and Nick went on, "I wouldn't dare risk your wrath by touching her for more than a few seconds."
Adam nodded. "Wise man."
"Besides, I must be on my best behaviour now that you're my boss again," Nick said.
"I am?" Adam laughed. "How don't I know about this?"
"Sal employed me on behalf of you," Nick explained with amusement.
"Oh. Do you ever get the feeling that everyone else knows more than you?" he asked Fay.
She chuckled.
"No, actually, I'm glad you're back. Going to need your help. It's getting quite busy now at the airport," Adam said.
"Yeah," Nick agreed. "Sal was run off her feet earlier. I helped her out though," he added.
"Good man," Adam replied, patting him on the back again and glancing at the beer in Nick's hand. "Put a beer behind the bar for Nick will you Ruth? And I'll have one too. What would you like sweetheart?" he said, turning to Fay.
"Glass of white wine please," she smiled.
"A wine for Fay, and one for