offence to your perfect manners Roger, but call me Freya. M’am makes me sound like the First Lady,’ Freya spoke and she got into the car.
‘ I will try to remember that,’ Roger replied and he shut the door behind her.
Leather seats, an in-car DVD system, drinks cabinet and multicoloured mood lights made the car more of a house on wheels. It didn’t impress Freya, but that didn’t stop her wanting to press all the buttons. She chose the button in the centre of the cherry veneer panel and suddenly the speakers vibrated loudly and the whole car was filled with the sound of Barry White.
Freya panicked. She couldn’t get it to stop no matter which button she tried. It was so loud it was hurting her ears. She had no choice but to bang on the dividing screen in the hope of assistance.
Roger’s face appeared and before she had a chance to say anything he shouted to her.
‘ Square button on the door to stop and the dial for volume control.’
Freya hurriedly turned down the music to a more subtle level.
‘ And if I’ve had enough of Barry White?’ Freya enquired.
‘ Can you ever have too much of the Walrus of Love?’ Roger asked her.
‘ I’ve lasted a minute or so and believe me I’m all Barryed out,’ Freya replied.
‘ Flip open the panel in front of you and there is a list of CDs to select from,’ Roger informed her.
‘ Got any 50 Cent?’ Freya asked him with a grin.
‘ Most probably,’ he responded and the dividing screen slid back into position again.
Freya, feeling rebellious, selected Guns ‘n’ Roses and opened the drinks cabinet. There was a wide selection of wines, beers and spirits and Freya chose a brandy. She unscrewed the bottle and took a swig.
The back door opened suddenly and Nicholas slipped into the seat beside her. He was wearing khaki coloured linen trousers and a beige linen shirt with brown leather sandals. It was a smart, yet casual outfit and Freya noted that he was wearing a rather fragrant aftershave that her nose did not disapprove of.
‘ Starting without me? Pass me a Jack Daniels,’ Nicholas said to her, noticing the small bottle of brandy in her hand.
‘ Here. The measures are too small by the way. You should complain,’ Freya responded, finishing up her drink and passing him one.
‘ You’re right, but I usually have two. OK Mikey, let’s go,’ Nicholas spoke, pressing the intercom which connected to the front of the car.
‘ I’m still mad by the way,’ Freya stated as the car set off.
‘ I expected nothing less. Guns ‘n’ Roses, good choice,’ Nicholas commented with a nod.
Thirteen
It took no more than five minutes to arrive at Harry’s Place as it was only a mile out of the village. The car pulled up outside and Freya went to get out. Nicholas touched her arm to stop her.
‘ Hang on. Let a guy do things properly,’ he spoke, opening his door.
‘ You aren’t going to hold the door open for me are you?’ Freya exclaimed with a laugh.
‘ And what if I am?’
‘ This is the twenty first century. You don’t need to do that any more. The world is so over Charles Dickens or didn’t you know?’ Freya continued.
‘ Well Dickensian or not I like to treat a lady properly, so you will sit there and let me do this,’ Nicholas insisted.
Freya didn’t reply. She knew he was trying to charm her and she couldn’t help but wonder whether he treated all the women he dated to this performance, or just the ones he took bets on.
Nicholas opened the door and took her hand to help her out of the car.
‘ Now, wasn’t that nice?’ he remarked, smiling at her.
‘ Yes I feel so much more of a lady now. If only I’d remembered my silk gloves and dance card,’ Freya responded.
‘ Shall we?’ Nicholas asked and he offered her his arm.
Freya took it and they headed towards the door of the restaurant.
‘ Roger’s coming in with us, but he won’t sit with us. He’s very discreet,
‘ I will try to remember that,’ Roger replied and he shut the door behind her.
Leather seats, an in-car DVD system, drinks cabinet and multicoloured mood lights made the car more of a house on wheels. It didn’t impress Freya, but that didn’t stop her wanting to press all the buttons. She chose the button in the centre of the cherry veneer panel and suddenly the speakers vibrated loudly and the whole car was filled with the sound of Barry White.
Freya panicked. She couldn’t get it to stop no matter which button she tried. It was so loud it was hurting her ears. She had no choice but to bang on the dividing screen in the hope of assistance.
Roger’s face appeared and before she had a chance to say anything he shouted to her.
‘ Square button on the door to stop and the dial for volume control.’
Freya hurriedly turned down the music to a more subtle level.
‘ And if I’ve had enough of Barry White?’ Freya enquired.
‘ Can you ever have too much of the Walrus of Love?’ Roger asked her.
‘ I’ve lasted a minute or so and believe me I’m all Barryed out,’ Freya replied.
‘ Flip open the panel in front of you and there is a list of CDs to select from,’ Roger informed her.
‘ Got any 50 Cent?’ Freya asked him with a grin.
‘ Most probably,’ he responded and the dividing screen slid back into position again.
Freya, feeling rebellious, selected Guns ‘n’ Roses and opened the drinks cabinet. There was a wide selection of wines, beers and spirits and Freya chose a brandy. She unscrewed the bottle and took a swig.
The back door opened suddenly and Nicholas slipped into the seat beside her. He was wearing khaki coloured linen trousers and a beige linen shirt with brown leather sandals. It was a smart, yet casual outfit and Freya noted that he was wearing a rather fragrant aftershave that her nose did not disapprove of.
‘ Starting without me? Pass me a Jack Daniels,’ Nicholas said to her, noticing the small bottle of brandy in her hand.
‘ Here. The measures are too small by the way. You should complain,’ Freya responded, finishing up her drink and passing him one.
‘ You’re right, but I usually have two. OK Mikey, let’s go,’ Nicholas spoke, pressing the intercom which connected to the front of the car.
‘ I’m still mad by the way,’ Freya stated as the car set off.
‘ I expected nothing less. Guns ‘n’ Roses, good choice,’ Nicholas commented with a nod.
Thirteen
It took no more than five minutes to arrive at Harry’s Place as it was only a mile out of the village. The car pulled up outside and Freya went to get out. Nicholas touched her arm to stop her.
‘ Hang on. Let a guy do things properly,’ he spoke, opening his door.
‘ You aren’t going to hold the door open for me are you?’ Freya exclaimed with a laugh.
‘ And what if I am?’
‘ This is the twenty first century. You don’t need to do that any more. The world is so over Charles Dickens or didn’t you know?’ Freya continued.
‘ Well Dickensian or not I like to treat a lady properly, so you will sit there and let me do this,’ Nicholas insisted.
Freya didn’t reply. She knew he was trying to charm her and she couldn’t help but wonder whether he treated all the women he dated to this performance, or just the ones he took bets on.
Nicholas opened the door and took her hand to help her out of the car.
‘ Now, wasn’t that nice?’ he remarked, smiling at her.
‘ Yes I feel so much more of a lady now. If only I’d remembered my silk gloves and dance card,’ Freya responded.
‘ Shall we?’ Nicholas asked and he offered her his arm.
Freya took it and they headed towards the door of the restaurant.
‘ Roger’s coming in with us, but he won’t sit with us. He’s very discreet,
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