He pulls out into the traffic. I stare through the windscreen, watching as heavy raindrops begin to fall and the automatic wipers come on.
“I didn’t want anyone to know that we were together.” He sighs.
“Well, you won’t need to worry about hiding me anymore.”
He glances over. “Why?”
“Because I have too much self-respect,” I snap.
“Why are you carrying on?”
“What the f**k?” I yell. “You take me to a dinner and spend two hours chatting up another woman, and then you proceed to tell her that I’m just the nanny.”
He glares at me.
“That suits me just fine, Judge Masters.” I sneer.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that tonight, while you were playing judges with Anna, I was judging you. And I didn’t like what I f*****g saw.”
“Is that so?”
I turn to him, outraged at his behav
