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- Authors: Susie Tate
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- Genre: Romantic Comedy
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Limits
Millie stood at the very back of the club, her eyes fixed on the stage. If she
wasn’t so terrified she would be smiling. But with her level of anxiety at
being around this many people, that would be an impossibility. When Jamie
had asked her to come tonight she’d been surprised. But then he had literally
asked everyone who knew his girlfriend Libby to come.
Still, it was a surprise.
Millie was never invited anywhere. Nobody wanted the Nuclear
Winter (she’d overheard that nickname more than once) around socially, she
knew that. Even if somebody had decided to extend an invite, she would
never usually have gone.
Millie knew her limits.
She knew what she could cope with, and this was way, way beyond
them. Eleanor had been ecstatic that Millie needed something more casual to
wear. They’d spent over an hour picking the perfect outfit. She’d even made
a move to give Millie a hug after they’d finished, which Millie had deftly
avoided. El was nice, but then El was paid to be nice. Millie imagined that
most people would be nice if they were a personal shopper who took a
commission from someone who didn’t care about cost of clothes.
Money meant nothing to Millie, but wearing the right outfits did, and
she did not trust her own judgement. Years ago, at the start of their
interactions, Eleanor had tried to extract an opinion from Millie about the
clothes she got her to try on, but she didn’t bother anymore. Millie simply
gave El the situation the clothes would be worn in, El had her try a few
outfits, and then she chose everything for her – right down to her underwear.
Millie knew that she herself had no taste. She knew that if she chose her
clothes it would not be perfect, and appearing perfect was very important to
Millie.
‘Hey, Dr M.’
Her head whipped round to see Him grinning down at her, his eyes
twinkling with mischief. This man’s eyes were always twinkling with
mischief.
Pavlos Martakis was definitely beyond her limits.
As Millie was a radiologist and Mr Martakis a consultant surgeon, she
managed to avoid him to a certain extent, but she couldn’t avoid him
completely and he’d always unsettled her an unreasonable amount. In a way
he was her complete opposite: physically intimidating, likable, naturally
attractive, extremely confident, sexually promiscuous (and very talented in
that area, if hospital gossip was to be believed). Yes, he unsettled her, but
more than that she got the impression that to him she was just one big joke.
That he took an interest in her purely for his own amusement – like poking a
turtle with a stick.
‘Hello, Mr Martakis,’ she said in a tight voice, taking a small step
back. She fixed her attention back on the stage and heard him sigh.
‘Why don’t you call me Pavlos?’ he asked. When she didn’t reply she
heard another more drawn out sigh. Why was he wasting his time talking to
her?
‘You okay? You seem a bit tense.’
Millie blinked. She wasn’t really used to concern. It threw her for a
moment.
‘Fine,’ she managed to get out eventually. He was still studying her
and she got the impression he didn’t miss much. After a long pause, Mr
Martakis finally broke the silence.
‘Here.’ A drink was held out in front of her. She looked down at it but
made no move to release the death grip she had on her handbag.
‘I don’t drink alcohol,’ she told him.
Mr Martakis burst out laughing, but when she kept on staring straight
ahead it slowly died. ‘Bloody hell, you’re serious. Why on earth not?’
‘Well the latest evidence suggests that the interaction of alcohol with
primary and secondary targets within the brain causes alterations in gene
expression and synaptic plasticity, that leads to long-lasting alteration in
neuronal network activity.’ Out of the corner of her eye Millie could see the
pint that had been making its way to Mr Martakis’ mouth being slowly
lowered.
‘Jesus,’ he muttered. Millie’s hands clenched her handbag even
harder, and her eyes dropped to her white knuckles. This is what she did: take
a perfectly happy, socially confident person and make them feel
uncomfortable. It was her special gift. She closed her eyes in a long blink and
counted in her head, just like Anwar had told her to, trying to slow her
breathing. Mr Martakis cleared his throat. She thought he would move away
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