that was available for the next hour on a busy week day. ‘After you.’
Her reply was a quick nod as he stood back, waited for her to step inside, then turned and followed her in.
Only Dee could not have taken more than two steps into the room when she whirled around to face him so quickly that he had to lean back slightly to stop her from swinging her bag into his chest.
Her eyes were wild, flashing green and he could see her breathing fast and light, the pulse throbbing in her neck.
They were so close that he could have reached out and touched her face, or fastened up the top button on her cotton dress which was gaping open slightly as it stretched taut from her coat and bag, revealing that same creamy, clear skin that he had seen last night when she’d worn the one-strap jumper.
‘Is something wrong?’ Sean asked and looked over her shoulder at the perfectly orderly and clean meeting room with its cluster of tables and chairs.
Dee took one step closer and pressed both hands against the front of his shirt. He inhaled a heady mix of bakery sweetness and spice blended with a spicy floral perfume with a touch of musk which surprised him by being so girly. Sweet. Aromatic. Personal.
She smelt wonderful, but when she lifted her head to reply her gaze darted from side to side with alarm and there was just enough of a quiver in her voice for his every nerve to stand to attention.
‘There are no windows in this room. Not one. I can’t stay here. No way. No how. No discussion. Borderline claustrophobia. Had it for years. Nothing I can do.’
Then she shuddered and his hands automatically reached out and rested on her hips to steady her, hold her, warm her and sooth away whatever problem was causing her such clear distress.
‘Sean, I am really sorry, but I hate this hotel. Do you have another one? Because I have to get out of here. Right now.’
FIVE
Tea, glorious tea. A celebration of teas from around the world.
On a cold winter’s day? A piping-hot infusion of ginger and lemon will do the trick. Fruit and flower combinations are brilliant at lifting the spirits.
From Flynn’s Phantasmagoria of Tea
Wednesday
Sean almost had to snatch his raincoat from the hotel doorman before dashing out onto the pavement. But it was worth it, because Dee was still waiting to cross the busy road, her attention focused on shrugging into her duvet jacket, her bag clenched tight between her knees.
‘Dee. Wait a moment. What about our meeting?’
Her head swivelled back towards him and she looked from side to side for a moment before she realized who was calling out. Instantly her shoulders seemed to slump and she fastened up her jacket and slung her bag over one shoulder.
‘Meeting? Can we do it over the phone? I really don’t want to go back inside.’
She shrugged her shoulder bag higher and sighed out loud. ‘I think that I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one morning. Don’t you?’
Then she pulled a dark-green and gold knitted cap out of her jacket pocket and pulled it down over her pixie cut. ‘Right now I am far more interested in finding the nearest piece of park, grass, garden, anything in fact, that will make me forget the white holding cell that I have just been in. Okay?’
Then she noticed the crossing light had turned green and she turned on the heels of her ankle boots and strode forward, her cotton dress swinging from side to side above the grey-patterned leggings.
Her outfit was the perfect match for her personality: stylish, modern and surprisingly sexy. Just like the woman wearing them. The ankle boots were just short enough to display a finely turned ankle and toned calf muscles.
And just like that his libido switched up another level.
What had he told Rob? That he had missed his two weeks in the sun? Well, maybe he could find some of that life and colour right here in London in the shape of Dee Flynn.
He rarely met women outside work, and never dated guests or his employees, so his social
Her reply was a quick nod as he stood back, waited for her to step inside, then turned and followed her in.
Only Dee could not have taken more than two steps into the room when she whirled around to face him so quickly that he had to lean back slightly to stop her from swinging her bag into his chest.
Her eyes were wild, flashing green and he could see her breathing fast and light, the pulse throbbing in her neck.
They were so close that he could have reached out and touched her face, or fastened up the top button on her cotton dress which was gaping open slightly as it stretched taut from her coat and bag, revealing that same creamy, clear skin that he had seen last night when she’d worn the one-strap jumper.
‘Is something wrong?’ Sean asked and looked over her shoulder at the perfectly orderly and clean meeting room with its cluster of tables and chairs.
Dee took one step closer and pressed both hands against the front of his shirt. He inhaled a heady mix of bakery sweetness and spice blended with a spicy floral perfume with a touch of musk which surprised him by being so girly. Sweet. Aromatic. Personal.
She smelt wonderful, but when she lifted her head to reply her gaze darted from side to side with alarm and there was just enough of a quiver in her voice for his every nerve to stand to attention.
‘There are no windows in this room. Not one. I can’t stay here. No way. No how. No discussion. Borderline claustrophobia. Had it for years. Nothing I can do.’
Then she shuddered and his hands automatically reached out and rested on her hips to steady her, hold her, warm her and sooth away whatever problem was causing her such clear distress.
‘Sean, I am really sorry, but I hate this hotel. Do you have another one? Because I have to get out of here. Right now.’
FIVE
Tea, glorious tea. A celebration of teas from around the world.
On a cold winter’s day? A piping-hot infusion of ginger and lemon will do the trick. Fruit and flower combinations are brilliant at lifting the spirits.
From Flynn’s Phantasmagoria of Tea
Wednesday
Sean almost had to snatch his raincoat from the hotel doorman before dashing out onto the pavement. But it was worth it, because Dee was still waiting to cross the busy road, her attention focused on shrugging into her duvet jacket, her bag clenched tight between her knees.
‘Dee. Wait a moment. What about our meeting?’
Her head swivelled back towards him and she looked from side to side for a moment before she realized who was calling out. Instantly her shoulders seemed to slump and she fastened up her jacket and slung her bag over one shoulder.
‘Meeting? Can we do it over the phone? I really don’t want to go back inside.’
She shrugged her shoulder bag higher and sighed out loud. ‘I think that I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one morning. Don’t you?’
Then she pulled a dark-green and gold knitted cap out of her jacket pocket and pulled it down over her pixie cut. ‘Right now I am far more interested in finding the nearest piece of park, grass, garden, anything in fact, that will make me forget the white holding cell that I have just been in. Okay?’
Then she noticed the crossing light had turned green and she turned on the heels of her ankle boots and strode forward, her cotton dress swinging from side to side above the grey-patterned leggings.
Her outfit was the perfect match for her personality: stylish, modern and surprisingly sexy. Just like the woman wearing them. The ankle boots were just short enough to display a finely turned ankle and toned calf muscles.
And just like that his libido switched up another level.
What had he told Rob? That he had missed his two weeks in the sun? Well, maybe he could find some of that life and colour right here in London in the shape of Dee Flynn.
He rarely met women outside work, and never dated guests or his employees, so his social
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