He walked in and scanned the room, smiling as he spotted Anita, Bas and Cleo, before recognising Alexander’s unwelcome form, his leg dangerously close to Anita’s as he sat smugly with the others at Cleo’s favourite table. In the name of the Gods, what is he doing here, Marcus silently cursed as he saw Anita smile at something Alexander had just said. His mood blackened as he made his way towards the table, greeting everyone except Alexander warmly when he got there. He sat down next to Anita, leaning in to kiss her briefly and purposefully on the lips. Anita felt an energy reaction from everyone as he did it, not least from herself as she felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement rise in her. Marcus carried on as though what he had just done was totally normal and ordered a bottle of Ginger Champagne, feeling especially pleased with himself, to celebrate. Anita was now sandwiched in a booth between Marcus and Alexander, with Bas directly opposite and she felt intensely uncomfortable. It was very pleasant to be in the company of either Marcus or Alexander when they were on their own, however both together like this was not something she would want to repeat in a hurry. Marcus’ hand made its way to her leg and Alexander’s knee was so close that the fabric of their clothes made it difficult to determine whether there was actual contact or not. Why had she invited Alexander, she asked herself.
