in for younger model.’
‘You are a good wife,’ Annie reminded her, ‘and Harry will never trade you in.’
‘No. Harry is a different kind of man. Just good, honest, hard-working millionaire. But I can afford to be married to a nice man now.’
Annie couldn’t help smiling.
‘You need a proper holiday,’ Svetlana repeated, ‘so this Friday we fly to Milano, fashion capital of the world, and we make a five-day visit to a spa hotel so expensive even I can only go there once a year. OK? So you need to go home and pack.’
Chapter Seven
London
Night-time Annie:
Men’s striped nightshirt (Bonsoir – bought for Ed years ago)
Thick layer of anti-ageing serum (Estée Lauder)
Towel on head (M&S)
Chipped pink toenail polish (Mac)
Total est. cost: £130
‘NEW MOVES … I think I was promised some new moves.’
Annie stopped towelling her damp hair and looked over at her husband who was lying in bed with a smile that could only be described as expectant.
‘Let me see,’ she began, ‘I’ve been ordered off the set by my boss, I’ve driven my daughter back to New York in a fury and you happen to think now is a good time to mention new moves? You must be completely barking mad. The only new move you’re about to get, my sweetheart, is a karate chop to the nadgers.’
‘Annie …’ Ed smiled and held out an arm, ‘come over here and cuddle up. Your boss has ordered a holiday because she thinks you’ll get over it. Despite her big, flouncy tantrum, I can absolutely promise you that Lana will get over it and in the meantime, you need cuddling, you need massaging and I think I could work with you.’
He patted the bed encouragingly.
‘I miss Lana … we used to phone every single day. I’ve had two texts since she’s gone back.’
‘I know you do and I’m sure she misses you too. But she’ll come round. You’re both good people and you will get over this. Just give it a little time. C’mon, over here.’
‘You really think you could work with me?’ Annie asked. She couldn’t help smiling at him.
‘Yeah, I know you’re trying very hard to put me off with that shapeless flannel nightshirt thing, but I can see past it.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, really, so why don’t you just take it off and come over here and see me?’
With that Annie pulled the nightshirt up over her head and let it fall to the floor.
‘Now that is much better. That is 100 per cent better.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, really, now get over here.’
As she approached the bed, she wondered if now would be a good time to mention Svetlana’s offer.
‘I might like to ask you for a very big favour …’ she began.
‘That sounds good,’ he said, putting his warm arms around her and pulling her in towards his fuzzy naked chest, ‘sounds very, very good because if you have a favour to ask me, then I’m definitely …’ he paused to kiss her mouth, ‘going to ask for one in return.’
Slowly, they began to kiss with intent, with concentration and with roaming hands, focusing on how to make this as enjoyable as possible for each other.
‘It’s been too long,’ Annie murmured as Ed kissed the base of her neck, ‘liking that, definitely liking …’
More very good moves were played and Annie was on her back, being licked, being touched and explored. Her foot was dangling from the bed, the sensations from her toes, travelling up her legs, adding to the complete, all-over body pleasure.
‘Oh yeah …’
But … but … how was her foot being licked while Ed was very busy elsewhere?
Annie ignored the question for another moment or two, but then raised her head from the pillow.
‘Wait a minute!’ she blurted out.
‘What?’
‘It’s the dog!’ she complained.
‘What?’
They both sat up now and looked over the side of the bed.
There was Dave. The dog promptly sat down and looked up at them a little guiltily.
‘He was licking my foot!’ Annie explained, freaked out. ‘I thought it was
‘You are a good wife,’ Annie reminded her, ‘and Harry will never trade you in.’
‘No. Harry is a different kind of man. Just good, honest, hard-working millionaire. But I can afford to be married to a nice man now.’
Annie couldn’t help smiling.
‘You need a proper holiday,’ Svetlana repeated, ‘so this Friday we fly to Milano, fashion capital of the world, and we make a five-day visit to a spa hotel so expensive even I can only go there once a year. OK? So you need to go home and pack.’
Chapter Seven
London
Night-time Annie:
Men’s striped nightshirt (Bonsoir – bought for Ed years ago)
Thick layer of anti-ageing serum (Estée Lauder)
Towel on head (M&S)
Chipped pink toenail polish (Mac)
Total est. cost: £130
‘NEW MOVES … I think I was promised some new moves.’
Annie stopped towelling her damp hair and looked over at her husband who was lying in bed with a smile that could only be described as expectant.
‘Let me see,’ she began, ‘I’ve been ordered off the set by my boss, I’ve driven my daughter back to New York in a fury and you happen to think now is a good time to mention new moves? You must be completely barking mad. The only new move you’re about to get, my sweetheart, is a karate chop to the nadgers.’
‘Annie …’ Ed smiled and held out an arm, ‘come over here and cuddle up. Your boss has ordered a holiday because she thinks you’ll get over it. Despite her big, flouncy tantrum, I can absolutely promise you that Lana will get over it and in the meantime, you need cuddling, you need massaging and I think I could work with you.’
He patted the bed encouragingly.
‘I miss Lana … we used to phone every single day. I’ve had two texts since she’s gone back.’
‘I know you do and I’m sure she misses you too. But she’ll come round. You’re both good people and you will get over this. Just give it a little time. C’mon, over here.’
‘You really think you could work with me?’ Annie asked. She couldn’t help smiling at him.
‘Yeah, I know you’re trying very hard to put me off with that shapeless flannel nightshirt thing, but I can see past it.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, really, so why don’t you just take it off and come over here and see me?’
With that Annie pulled the nightshirt up over her head and let it fall to the floor.
‘Now that is much better. That is 100 per cent better.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, really, now get over here.’
As she approached the bed, she wondered if now would be a good time to mention Svetlana’s offer.
‘I might like to ask you for a very big favour …’ she began.
‘That sounds good,’ he said, putting his warm arms around her and pulling her in towards his fuzzy naked chest, ‘sounds very, very good because if you have a favour to ask me, then I’m definitely …’ he paused to kiss her mouth, ‘going to ask for one in return.’
Slowly, they began to kiss with intent, with concentration and with roaming hands, focusing on how to make this as enjoyable as possible for each other.
‘It’s been too long,’ Annie murmured as Ed kissed the base of her neck, ‘liking that, definitely liking …’
More very good moves were played and Annie was on her back, being licked, being touched and explored. Her foot was dangling from the bed, the sensations from her toes, travelling up her legs, adding to the complete, all-over body pleasure.
‘Oh yeah …’
But … but … how was her foot being licked while Ed was very busy elsewhere?
Annie ignored the question for another moment or two, but then raised her head from the pillow.
‘Wait a minute!’ she blurted out.
‘What?’
‘It’s the dog!’ she complained.
‘What?’
They both sat up now and looked over the side of the bed.
There was Dave. The dog promptly sat down and looked up at them a little guiltily.
‘He was licking my foot!’ Annie explained, freaked out. ‘I thought it was
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