chuckled. “I told you, dull as dishwater.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Very kind of you to say so. No, I had some preparation to do for Monday’s meeting in Barcelona, so thought I’d get a head start on it today rather than leaving it for when I got to Heathrow.”
“Okay.” There was a silence, but I didn’t fill it. He’d called me after all.
What does he want?
“About yesterday,” he said. “I just wanted to say I wish we hadn’t been interrupted by James.”
I smiled. “Me too.” I wondered if he was smiling as well. I liked to think he was.
“I’d be quite happy to do it again, kiss you that is.” He paused. “Would you like that, Stella?”
“Very much.” I had the urge to punch the air but an elderly couple were walking past with a posse of poodles on leashes. I didn’t want to startle them. “But I guess it will have to wait. As you said on Thursday, you’re a busy man.”
“Are you free tonight?”
“I could be.” Abso-bloody-lutely.
“I have tickets for Chicago at the Cambridge Theater. Do you fancy it?”
“I haven’t seen that show.” I smiled.
“I hear it’s very good. Though if you’d rather do something else, that’s fine.”
I hesitated, enjoying the knowledge that Andre Bramon was so keen to spend his Saturday evening with me. Well, as keen as I was to spend it with him. “Catching a show sounds great. I’ll look forward to it.”
He expelled a breath, as though he’d been holding it. “I’ll pick you up at six-thirty then.”
“I can meet you there.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, fine, it will save you the drive out this way. Shall we say seven at the box office?”
“Okay and Stella…”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving me a chance.”
“That works both ways.”
“I guess. Later then.”
“Bye.” I hung up and slipped my phone away.
A group of pigeons were heading toward me, strutting along the pathway and pecking for crumbs as they went. I picked up my pencil and flipped to a new page in my notebook.
Anticipation
Again, I underlined it twice. My feelings had switched. Now excitement rolled inside of me. I had a lovely warm sensation in my belly that radiated outward. Thoughts spun like a tornado in my mind. What to wear? How to style my hair? What underwear to put on? Would Andre get to see my underwear tonight? Would we get the chance to take it further, the way I would have in his office if I’d thought I could have gotten away with it?
A shiver of desire snaked up my spine and over my scalp. It was a delicious, smile-inducing sensation. This evening I’d be with Andre, the object of my preoccupation. After thinking I wouldn’t see him for days, now it was only hours. And he’d called me. He’d sought out my company.
It seemed our need to be together was mutual.
I opted for a sleeveless white halter dress that showed off my cleavage and neat waist but flared at my hips and came down just past my knees. It was a favorite of mine and I always felt a bit like Marilyn Monroe when wearing it. I’d teamed it with silver heels, a silver necklace and a sparkling clutch. Beneath it, I opted for a sturdy strapless bra that had lace detail on the cups and a matching thong.
I’d been careful to exfoliate and ensure not a body hair was out of place, finishing off with a lavish application of a new vanilla and mango body cream that made my skin soft and strokeable.
Standing now at the Cambridge Theater, I pressed my hand over the throw I’d folded on my forearm just in case it was cool later. Though I hoped things would only get hotter between Andre and me.
I was a few minutes early, being late was a fear of mine, but that was okay because I enjoyed watching the other theater goers arriving—ladies dressed in finery, men in smart suits, and polished shoes.
Seeing Chicago appealed to me. I knew some of the songs and had caught snippets of it on TV over the years. The evening ahead would be very
“I don’t think so.”
“Very kind of you to say so. No, I had some preparation to do for Monday’s meeting in Barcelona, so thought I’d get a head start on it today rather than leaving it for when I got to Heathrow.”
“Okay.” There was a silence, but I didn’t fill it. He’d called me after all.
What does he want?
“About yesterday,” he said. “I just wanted to say I wish we hadn’t been interrupted by James.”
I smiled. “Me too.” I wondered if he was smiling as well. I liked to think he was.
“I’d be quite happy to do it again, kiss you that is.” He paused. “Would you like that, Stella?”
“Very much.” I had the urge to punch the air but an elderly couple were walking past with a posse of poodles on leashes. I didn’t want to startle them. “But I guess it will have to wait. As you said on Thursday, you’re a busy man.”
“Are you free tonight?”
“I could be.” Abso-bloody-lutely.
“I have tickets for Chicago at the Cambridge Theater. Do you fancy it?”
“I haven’t seen that show.” I smiled.
“I hear it’s very good. Though if you’d rather do something else, that’s fine.”
I hesitated, enjoying the knowledge that Andre Bramon was so keen to spend his Saturday evening with me. Well, as keen as I was to spend it with him. “Catching a show sounds great. I’ll look forward to it.”
He expelled a breath, as though he’d been holding it. “I’ll pick you up at six-thirty then.”
“I can meet you there.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, fine, it will save you the drive out this way. Shall we say seven at the box office?”
“Okay and Stella…”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving me a chance.”
“That works both ways.”
“I guess. Later then.”
“Bye.” I hung up and slipped my phone away.
A group of pigeons were heading toward me, strutting along the pathway and pecking for crumbs as they went. I picked up my pencil and flipped to a new page in my notebook.
Anticipation
Again, I underlined it twice. My feelings had switched. Now excitement rolled inside of me. I had a lovely warm sensation in my belly that radiated outward. Thoughts spun like a tornado in my mind. What to wear? How to style my hair? What underwear to put on? Would Andre get to see my underwear tonight? Would we get the chance to take it further, the way I would have in his office if I’d thought I could have gotten away with it?
A shiver of desire snaked up my spine and over my scalp. It was a delicious, smile-inducing sensation. This evening I’d be with Andre, the object of my preoccupation. After thinking I wouldn’t see him for days, now it was only hours. And he’d called me. He’d sought out my company.
It seemed our need to be together was mutual.
I opted for a sleeveless white halter dress that showed off my cleavage and neat waist but flared at my hips and came down just past my knees. It was a favorite of mine and I always felt a bit like Marilyn Monroe when wearing it. I’d teamed it with silver heels, a silver necklace and a sparkling clutch. Beneath it, I opted for a sturdy strapless bra that had lace detail on the cups and a matching thong.
I’d been careful to exfoliate and ensure not a body hair was out of place, finishing off with a lavish application of a new vanilla and mango body cream that made my skin soft and strokeable.
Standing now at the Cambridge Theater, I pressed my hand over the throw I’d folded on my forearm just in case it was cool later. Though I hoped things would only get hotter between Andre and me.
I was a few minutes early, being late was a fear of mine, but that was okay because I enjoyed watching the other theater goers arriving—ladies dressed in finery, men in smart suits, and polished shoes.
Seeing Chicago appealed to me. I knew some of the songs and had caught snippets of it on TV over the years. The evening ahead would be very
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