My Scandinavian Lover Read Free

shot as Abdul looked on from the next seat.
    “I’m really not sure – As far as I know she finishes work around the same time as us. There’s no reason she shouldn’t be here.” Abdul’s wife worked in an office only a couple blocks away. However, Abdul’s wife was not in the direction Jayne wanted to steer the conversation towards. “So tell me about yourself – I’m assuming you’re Swedish?”
    “Nope, I’m Danish! Let me guess – it was the stereotypical long blonde hair that made you think that?” Her hair seemed to come alive as she moved her head, fine strands falling from her shoulders and down her back.
    “I guess you must get that quite a lot?” Jayne really did not want to be pigeonholed with all the others.
    “There are blondes in Copenhagen too – lots of them! You ever been?” Her face came alive, her voice full of nostalgia.
    “Nope, but I’d love to go.” If the locals were anything like the one Jayne was speaking to right now, then it would certainly be a fun and memorable trip.
    Bar Francois, being an upmarket kind of place attracted a similar clientele. It was chic, moderately busy and the music played low so conversations could be heard. The group sat round a large table in a booth tucked away in the corner.
    “Those two really look like they’re having fun.” Astrid turned to face Jayne, but gestured with her eyes toward Mr and Mrs Bateman. They sat ashen faced, full of gloom with a beer each in front of them.
    “Looks like they’re just going through the motions.” It wasn’t easy for Jayne to sit next to Astrid, their hips pressed against each other on the bench, her smell filling her breathing apparatus. “If I’d been with someone a hundred years, I’d probably feel like that.” She didn’t believe the words even as she spoke them. There was nothing Jayne wanted more than a perfect relationship with somebody who excited her.
    “Well what about you? Are you seeing anybody special right now?”
    The query didn’t sound like she simply wanted to know the answers to the usual polite questions – there was some genuine interest there. Jayne was also dying to know the answer to that very question about her. She let out a laugh, “Are you kidding me? On my pay grade, I can barely afford to eat.”
    “That’s such a pity. A pretty girl like you should be happy with somebody.” Astrid paused, looking at her with soft eyes. “If you don’t mind me asking – You do like women don’t you?”
    “Hah, well I guess I make it fairly obvious.”
    “I think it’s pretty cool – You seem very together with it all!”
    “Well there’s no other way to be about it.” It felt odd, talking about being a lesbian in such close proximity to Astrid. Nothing had been picked up on Jayne’s gaydar, which was a great pity. Had there been the slightest inkling she was even bi, it would be more than worth attempting to get in her pants tonight. “So how about you? A stunning lady like yourself must have guys throwing themselves at you.”
    The waiter appeared from the side, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Excuse me madams – A gift from the gentlemen at the bar.”
    Two tall men in suits, stood, half leaned against the bar trying to appear aloof and cool. One of them gave a small wave upon catching Jayne’s eye.
    Astrid looked back to the waiter. “Thanks, we’ll take them. But can you make them aware, we’re having a private company party and would not like to be disturbed.”
    “Yes, madam!”
    “Wow, you certainly know how to deal with generous men.”
    “If I spoke to every guy who tried to buy me off with drinks I’d have no time for anything else.” She was annoyed, probably offended by the gesture. “I mean, do they really think they can buy us wine and we’ll just fall into their arms? What does it say about any guy who’d try such a thing?”
    “I agree! You can see why I gave up on men many years ago.” Jayne took the opportunity to stare