Whatever, whoever, there was no doubt that Geminis did it for me in the bedroom department.
We slept for what seemed like minutes. I woke up and looked across at Declan. He was the best-looking creature I had ever woken up next to.
‘I have to see you again – you know that, don’t you?’ I whispered
‘Amy, you know sometimes you can just get too much of a good thing.’
‘What’s that’s supposed to mean?’ Please, please don’t let him be a complete bastard. I had to see him again; he was too delicious not to.
‘I’m winding you up, you beautiful personage. Of course I want to see you again.
Let’s keep it mysterious though, no numbers exchanged – let’s get our person at the agency to set up another date. It will make it all the more sexy.’
I had been looking for this sort of excitement for ages. It was like all my birthdays and Christmases coming at once.
Declan was in a hurry to leave and gave me cash to pay for the room. Without looking up, the receptionist in robotic fashion asked. ‘Name? Room number?’
I replied without thinking. ‘Anderson, 301’
The receptionist seemed to wake up then. ‘Is your name Amy Anderson?’
‘Yes, that’s me.’
‘I have a message here for you, left late last night. We called out for you in reception but you were nowhere to be seen.’
Declan waved and blew me a kiss as he walked through the revolving door. I laughed and blew one back.
‘A message?’ I asked.
‘Yes. A Mr O’Shea called. He apologised profusely for the fact that his flight was delayed and said he would get Mr Starr to rearrange your appointment as soon as possible.’
– Nine –
Pisces: The letter D spells danger. Single? Hard as it may seem, try to use your head instead of your heart today in a romantic situation.
I arrived home. My head was spinning. The mystery of the whole event even outweighed the huge hangover I had.
Who an earth had I just slept with?
I thought back to our initial conversation and realised that I had done all the talking and had opened myself up to a complete stranger. This was dangerous. Or was it? The dating game was one of the complete unknown initially anyway. And I did not regret sleeping with this person, whoever he was. We were both consenting adults. I am neither a slut nor a prude, but sometimes you know when the deed has to be done and lawdy Miz Claudy, it just had to be done last night!
‘D for danger’ in my horoscope – what a load of rubbish. Darling, debonair, dishy, delectable Declan! Dangerous? Never!
‘Cordelia, it’s Amy Anderson here.’
‘Oh, morning, dear. Christopher was just about to call you to apologise for the Declan mishap. He is still very, very keen to meet you.’
‘Er, right. OK.’
‘Are you all right Amy? You seem a little hesitant. It really was a genuine reason he couldn’t meet you; his flight was delayed.’
‘I’m fine honestly, thanks, Cordelia. Could we maybe leave it until next Friday now, as I’m really quite busy at the moment? Oh and could you resend me a photo of Declan I appear to have lost the other one?’
‘Of course. Oh and by the way – Laurence Smith-Bouchier phoned. He’d love to take you for dinner again.’
Good grief. This was all getting slightly out of control. Going from the company of Penelope the cat for a whole year and now to the company of half of southern England and Ireland was quite overwhelming.
‘I’ll call you back re Laurence. Thanks Cordelia,’ I replied politely.
The man must be completely mad, I thought. I ran out on him and he still wanted to see me. A bloke with no self-respect – how novel!
Even more disturbing was the fact that Cordelia had not annoyed me once throughout the phone conversation. I too must be going slightly deranged! It was then that it hit me: I would probably never see the false Declan O’Shea again. This should have felt like a good thing in a way, as he was obviously a complete charlatan who had used me with no
We slept for what seemed like minutes. I woke up and looked across at Declan. He was the best-looking creature I had ever woken up next to.
‘I have to see you again – you know that, don’t you?’ I whispered
‘Amy, you know sometimes you can just get too much of a good thing.’
‘What’s that’s supposed to mean?’ Please, please don’t let him be a complete bastard. I had to see him again; he was too delicious not to.
‘I’m winding you up, you beautiful personage. Of course I want to see you again.
Let’s keep it mysterious though, no numbers exchanged – let’s get our person at the agency to set up another date. It will make it all the more sexy.’
I had been looking for this sort of excitement for ages. It was like all my birthdays and Christmases coming at once.
Declan was in a hurry to leave and gave me cash to pay for the room. Without looking up, the receptionist in robotic fashion asked. ‘Name? Room number?’
I replied without thinking. ‘Anderson, 301’
The receptionist seemed to wake up then. ‘Is your name Amy Anderson?’
‘Yes, that’s me.’
‘I have a message here for you, left late last night. We called out for you in reception but you were nowhere to be seen.’
Declan waved and blew me a kiss as he walked through the revolving door. I laughed and blew one back.
‘A message?’ I asked.
‘Yes. A Mr O’Shea called. He apologised profusely for the fact that his flight was delayed and said he would get Mr Starr to rearrange your appointment as soon as possible.’
– Nine –
Pisces: The letter D spells danger. Single? Hard as it may seem, try to use your head instead of your heart today in a romantic situation.
I arrived home. My head was spinning. The mystery of the whole event even outweighed the huge hangover I had.
Who an earth had I just slept with?
I thought back to our initial conversation and realised that I had done all the talking and had opened myself up to a complete stranger. This was dangerous. Or was it? The dating game was one of the complete unknown initially anyway. And I did not regret sleeping with this person, whoever he was. We were both consenting adults. I am neither a slut nor a prude, but sometimes you know when the deed has to be done and lawdy Miz Claudy, it just had to be done last night!
‘D for danger’ in my horoscope – what a load of rubbish. Darling, debonair, dishy, delectable Declan! Dangerous? Never!
‘Cordelia, it’s Amy Anderson here.’
‘Oh, morning, dear. Christopher was just about to call you to apologise for the Declan mishap. He is still very, very keen to meet you.’
‘Er, right. OK.’
‘Are you all right Amy? You seem a little hesitant. It really was a genuine reason he couldn’t meet you; his flight was delayed.’
‘I’m fine honestly, thanks, Cordelia. Could we maybe leave it until next Friday now, as I’m really quite busy at the moment? Oh and could you resend me a photo of Declan I appear to have lost the other one?’
‘Of course. Oh and by the way – Laurence Smith-Bouchier phoned. He’d love to take you for dinner again.’
Good grief. This was all getting slightly out of control. Going from the company of Penelope the cat for a whole year and now to the company of half of southern England and Ireland was quite overwhelming.
‘I’ll call you back re Laurence. Thanks Cordelia,’ I replied politely.
The man must be completely mad, I thought. I ran out on him and he still wanted to see me. A bloke with no self-respect – how novel!
Even more disturbing was the fact that Cordelia had not annoyed me once throughout the phone conversation. I too must be going slightly deranged! It was then that it hit me: I would probably never see the false Declan O’Shea again. This should have felt like a good thing in a way, as he was obviously a complete charlatan who had used me with no
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