how to do it the way that you did."
"Sounds like a great idea. Personally, I think you should write a book about Conniscliffe's previous occupants. You tell such brilliant stories about them. I'd read it. If you didn't want to type it all, you could always get an assistant. That's what Dame Barbara Cartland used to do. She just dictated her stories, and the assistant typed them up."
"Really? What a nice idea. I think I'll put that to Oscar. It's been lovely to speak to you again Elle, and once again, I'm sorry about your bad news."
"Thank you, and thanks for calling." We said our goodbyes, and ended the call. I had just got back into my book when it rang again. "Hi Ivan."
"Hi baby, you home from work yet?"
"Yes. I had nothing much on this afternoon, so Lewis sent me home. I went shopping instead."
"Without me?"
"Yes," I replied, as if talking to a child, "I only bought a book, some makeup, perfume, that type of thing. I'm perfectly capable of shopping alone you know. Anyway, you were busy."
"I would have sent Roger over with a credit card." He sounded sulky.
"Don't be silly, I don't need that, I didn't buy that much, and besides, I just got paid." I didn't have to send money to my mum anymore either, but I kept quiet about that.
"I like treating you. I want you to have the best of everything. I don't know why you are so resistant to that."
I thought about my conversation with Paul. "I appreciate the things you give me, but I also appreciate the things I work hard for. Allow me to have that, please."
"Hmm. So what are you up to tonight? Would you like to go out to dinner?"
I thought about the tragic little lasagne in the fridge, waiting to be heated up, and replied, "that sounds lovely. Where shall we go?"
"Why don't you call your new concierge service that I bought for you today, and get them to book somewhere nice? I emailed you the details. I'll pick you up at half seven. Is that ok?"
I opened my laptop, and found the email. "Ivan, that's brilliant. I'll give them a call. See you in a bit."
Quintessentially yours proved to be extremely knowledgeable regarding restaurants, and quickly booked me a table at Quaglinos, before emailing me a confirmation and directions. How useful is that? I quickly showered, and pulled on my new black lace bra and thong set, before choosing one of my new dresses to wear.
Thankfully, my legs were still brown from my application of St Tropez on Saturday, so I didn't have to bother with tights. I looked in the mirror to check my appearance. I looked expensively stylish in the dress, but still sad around the eyes. I added a touch more mascara, and grabbed my handbag as the buzzer sounded to let me know that the car was downstairs.
Quaglinos was delightful. Ivan was pleased that his security could be seated at the huge bar, just a few steps away, and we both loved the food. He told me about his day, which had sounded quite tedious, concerned mainly with admin details and staffing issues, and I told him about my shopping trip. I decided it was best to tell him I bumped into Paul Lassiter, as I had nothing to hide, and Paul was a client.
"He took his sister Saturday night. Said he doesn't date, which is odd isn't it?"
"He's a rather strange man. Pleads poverty the whole time, but he's filthy rich." Ivan said.
"Are you sure? He doesn't look it, or sound it. His office is very basic too."
"Sounds like a great idea. Personally, I think you should write a book about Conniscliffe's previous occupants. You tell such brilliant stories about them. I'd read it. If you didn't want to type it all, you could always get an assistant. That's what Dame Barbara Cartland used to do. She just dictated her stories, and the assistant typed them up."
"Really? What a nice idea. I think I'll put that to Oscar. It's been lovely to speak to you again Elle, and once again, I'm sorry about your bad news."
"Thank you, and thanks for calling." We said our goodbyes, and ended the call. I had just got back into my book when it rang again. "Hi Ivan."
"Hi baby, you home from work yet?"
"Yes. I had nothing much on this afternoon, so Lewis sent me home. I went shopping instead."
"Without me?"
"Yes," I replied, as if talking to a child, "I only bought a book, some makeup, perfume, that type of thing. I'm perfectly capable of shopping alone you know. Anyway, you were busy."
"I would have sent Roger over with a credit card." He sounded sulky.
"Don't be silly, I don't need that, I didn't buy that much, and besides, I just got paid." I didn't have to send money to my mum anymore either, but I kept quiet about that.
"I like treating you. I want you to have the best of everything. I don't know why you are so resistant to that."
I thought about my conversation with Paul. "I appreciate the things you give me, but I also appreciate the things I work hard for. Allow me to have that, please."
"Hmm. So what are you up to tonight? Would you like to go out to dinner?"
I thought about the tragic little lasagne in the fridge, waiting to be heated up, and replied, "that sounds lovely. Where shall we go?"
"Why don't you call your new concierge service that I bought for you today, and get them to book somewhere nice? I emailed you the details. I'll pick you up at half seven. Is that ok?"
I opened my laptop, and found the email. "Ivan, that's brilliant. I'll give them a call. See you in a bit."
Quintessentially yours proved to be extremely knowledgeable regarding restaurants, and quickly booked me a table at Quaglinos, before emailing me a confirmation and directions. How useful is that? I quickly showered, and pulled on my new black lace bra and thong set, before choosing one of my new dresses to wear.
Thankfully, my legs were still brown from my application of St Tropez on Saturday, so I didn't have to bother with tights. I looked in the mirror to check my appearance. I looked expensively stylish in the dress, but still sad around the eyes. I added a touch more mascara, and grabbed my handbag as the buzzer sounded to let me know that the car was downstairs.
Quaglinos was delightful. Ivan was pleased that his security could be seated at the huge bar, just a few steps away, and we both loved the food. He told me about his day, which had sounded quite tedious, concerned mainly with admin details and staffing issues, and I told him about my shopping trip. I decided it was best to tell him I bumped into Paul Lassiter, as I had nothing to hide, and Paul was a client.
"He took his sister Saturday night. Said he doesn't date, which is odd isn't it?"
"He's a rather strange man. Pleads poverty the whole time, but he's filthy rich." Ivan said.
"Are you sure? He doesn't look it, or sound it. His office is very basic too."
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