The Boleyn Effect (The Boorman Ending) Read Online Free

love. A much stronger emotion with
dangerous consequences. Deep down, I kind of hope that all this
effort will be a waste, then at least, it's not my fault when
nothing happens.
    Finally, with a spritz of
my favourite perfume, I open the door and step out, and there it
is. The effect I was very much hoping for. The good ole fish out of
water look.
    'Wow!' he says.
    'Will I do?' I ask
coyly.
    'As if you need me to
answer that,' he grins. 'Come on, we're already late.'
    A short walk later, we
enter the university grounds outside some old chapel that has
obviously been converted. There are fairy lights everywhere lining
a walkway to the entrance. I'm holding him by the crook of his arm.
He's a real gentleman and we must look like a handsome couple,
especially as he looks very sexy in his tux. That I can appreciate
as can any passing female.
    With his short clipped
brown hair and green eyes, he's beautiful to look at. I just wish I
could feel differently about him. I mean, what sort of girl would
not want to marry her best friend. He would give me everything. He
already has, many times.
    'You okay?' he
asks.
    I nod mutely at him,
because I don't want to ruin the illusion of confidence with a
shaky voice. Even if I wasn't parading myself for some guy's
benefit, these things make me nervous. Smiling, he gives me a small
squeeze and with a hand on my hip leads me inside where my victim
lies in wait.
    As we wait in the foyer a
woman of my age dressed in black cocktail dress bounds up with too
much enthusiasm. Of course it's due to George, because she has
barely noticed me. George gives our names and she ticks something
on her clipboard.
    'Help yourselves to the
free bar,' she chimes.
    'Free bar?'
    'Knew that would cheer you
up,' he smiles.
    He pulls me into a small
corner just outside where people are mingling and draws me closer.
The girl who greeted us scowls our way and I realise we must look
very much like a couple with George's hand just about decently
placed. I don't bother to move it away, because he knows the
boundaries.
    Don't worry girlfriend.
He'll come and find you if he's interested. He always
does.
    'We need to go over first
rules.'
    'First rules?'
    George sighs as he rolls
his eyes at me.
    'You've got to catch his
attention first, before we get to the other rules. Now it's all
about playing the game. He's going to expect you to fall at his
feet. Don't! Make him aware of you, but play it cool. He's not used
to not getting what he wants. Are you getting this?'
    'What exactly is your
thesis again?' I ask.
    Looking down at me
exasperated, he sighs. I like to play stupid and difficult
sometimes, just to get on his nerves. It’s my only
amusement.
    'You know you don't have
to do this. I can get someone else. It's just a case
study.'
    'You need to chill out
more. You'll turn into your father,' I smirk.
    George shakes his head as
he leads me inside to the function room.
    'And you are nothing but
trouble,' he murmurs.
    I wish I'd brought my
camera the architecture inside is beautiful. Even with the white
drapes that hang from the ceiling and the pillars, the old features
still stand out. It always fascinates me that something so old can
still dominate and outshine what’s modern. There are linen covered
circular tables where some people are sitting and talking. Each
table holds an elaborate flowered centrepiece that would cost us
mere mortals a small fortune. But my eye is soon caught. In one
corner is the bar where I can't wait to head to. I need something
to calm my insides.
    The place is full of money
and status and I've already spied the Gaskills talking, which makes
me feel worse. Of course there are posters and campaign banners for
the charity of choice and I see that it's for Macmillan Nurses. I'm
impressed. I expected some rainforest or polar bear thing.
Something for the rich people to preach about and throw money at,
while draining the natural resources that threaten those very same
things.
    'Fancy saying