It took a few moments for Beth to remember where she was. What she couldn’t work out was who this guy was and why he was staring at her so angrily. His shirt and shorts were obviously what he wore to bed, but both came from what Beth vaguely recognised as designer labels. ‘Hello . . .?’ Beth tried. ‘So you’re a Luckwicke, are you? Gosh, how lucky we are to have another Luckwicke in our house.’ His voice full of effeminate sarcasm. Beth was pretty sure he was gay. He was certainly attractive enough. Beautiful skin, sensual dark eyes, slender, almost petite frame. Typical, she thought. Clearly he knew Talia and hated her. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to her. The sensual eyes were filled with anger as he leaned in close to Beth, who was just desperately trying to wake up. ‘Listen to me, bull dyke,’ he began. I’m not a lesbian, Beth thought in mental protest but kept it to herself. ‘I know Maude thought that Talia was the coolest thing ever and a good friend, but I know that fucking little bitch was trying to turn her out!
