Jennie had done her hair and her makeup and just returned to her office when her mobile rang at five thirty. “Hello, baby, we’re downstairs, waiting for you.”
She went down, again with two or three colleagues sharing the lift. “You’re all dressed up, Jennie,” said Susie.
“Yes, I’ m going to an Opening at Martine’s Art Gallery of Chelsea . A friend of mine, Dan Foster. His first show for over eight years. A Gala, in support of a new Foundation to produce affordable housing…it’s a passion of his girlfriend.”
Jerome was also in the lift. “I should take your picture, Jennie. You look wonderful. We can run a piece next Saturday plugging your friend’s art show.” And as they got out, and Jennie headed toward the door, Jerome snapped two or three shots.
Again, her co-workers saw her get into the long, black limousine. But again, they couldn ’t see through the darkly tinted windows, couldn’t see whose hand she took as she stepped into the car.
Jerome looked at Susie. “That dress was in Alexander McQueen ’s spring collection, and so was her suit… I covered that show for the magazine. I didn’t know Jennie could afford to shop there.”
Susie nodded. “She can ’t, not on what this company pays. But obviously he can. The man in the limousine. She had on Louboutin shoes…”
Mick had kissed Jennie tenderly when she got into the car, and then had turned her body so that her back was to him. She felt something cold and heavy around her neck, and he brushed her hair aside and fastened the clasp. She turned back to him. He smiled down at her.
“Until yesterday, I hadn’ t bought you any gifts, baby. Not one gift. So I’m making up for it now. You won’t be able to see what I bought you until you see yourself in a mirror…maybe you’ll have to go into the ladies’ at Martine’s Gallery to see your present. I hope you like it.”
Jennie kissed him, her tongue taking possession of his mouth. “Mick, I’ll love it, because you bought it for me. But you don’t have to buy me presents, darling. I’m thrilled to be with you…”
Mick smiled down at her. “I don’t know if you’ll feel that way after tonight, my little Jennie. The paparazzi will find out about us tonight or at the latest on Saturday. You will be hounded. I think I’ll get you a bodyguard.” He didn’t tell her one of the pictures from the restaurant had found its way into a tabloid that morning, captioned, “ Mick’s Secret Love ?” The story under was short.
“Has Mick Gerrard found love again with this beautiful blonde? Who is she? This paper will give a Hundred Pound Gift Certificate to the First Person who gives us her name.”
Jennie laughed. “You’re the star, Mick. The paparazzi won’t even notice me.”
“How could they miss you, Jennie? How could they miss your beauty?”
The limousine pulled up outside Martine ’s Gallery. The chauffeur helped her out of the car. A member of the press snapped her picture. He didn’t know who she was but she was gorgeous. And that diamond necklace! It must be worth a small fortune….He snapped more pictures as Mick emerged from the limo, took her elbow and guided her into the Gallery.
She was Michael Gerrard’s new lady! He could sell these photos for a lot of money…and her lipstick was smudged, and on Michael’s lips…oh, yes, these pictures would sell for great money!
They walked into the Gallery. Dan spied them, and went over to say hello. He whispered into Jennie’s ear, “Darling, your lipstick is very smudged…” and smiled as she went straight to the Ladies. He looked at Mick. “Got a tissue, Mick? Because you’ve got Jennie’s lipstick all over your mouth.” Mick laughed , pulled out a linen handkerchief, and wiped it off.
“Just can’t keep her lips off me, can she?”
Jennie turned as she got to the Ladies Room door.
She went down, again with two or three colleagues sharing the lift. “You’re all dressed up, Jennie,” said Susie.
“Yes, I’ m going to an Opening at Martine’s Art Gallery of Chelsea . A friend of mine, Dan Foster. His first show for over eight years. A Gala, in support of a new Foundation to produce affordable housing…it’s a passion of his girlfriend.”
Jerome was also in the lift. “I should take your picture, Jennie. You look wonderful. We can run a piece next Saturday plugging your friend’s art show.” And as they got out, and Jennie headed toward the door, Jerome snapped two or three shots.
Again, her co-workers saw her get into the long, black limousine. But again, they couldn ’t see through the darkly tinted windows, couldn’t see whose hand she took as she stepped into the car.
Jerome looked at Susie. “That dress was in Alexander McQueen ’s spring collection, and so was her suit… I covered that show for the magazine. I didn’t know Jennie could afford to shop there.”
Susie nodded. “She can ’t, not on what this company pays. But obviously he can. The man in the limousine. She had on Louboutin shoes…”
Mick had kissed Jennie tenderly when she got into the car, and then had turned her body so that her back was to him. She felt something cold and heavy around her neck, and he brushed her hair aside and fastened the clasp. She turned back to him. He smiled down at her.
“Until yesterday, I hadn’ t bought you any gifts, baby. Not one gift. So I’m making up for it now. You won’t be able to see what I bought you until you see yourself in a mirror…maybe you’ll have to go into the ladies’ at Martine’s Gallery to see your present. I hope you like it.”
Jennie kissed him, her tongue taking possession of his mouth. “Mick, I’ll love it, because you bought it for me. But you don’t have to buy me presents, darling. I’m thrilled to be with you…”
Mick smiled down at her. “I don’t know if you’ll feel that way after tonight, my little Jennie. The paparazzi will find out about us tonight or at the latest on Saturday. You will be hounded. I think I’ll get you a bodyguard.” He didn’t tell her one of the pictures from the restaurant had found its way into a tabloid that morning, captioned, “ Mick’s Secret Love ?” The story under was short.
“Has Mick Gerrard found love again with this beautiful blonde? Who is she? This paper will give a Hundred Pound Gift Certificate to the First Person who gives us her name.”
Jennie laughed. “You’re the star, Mick. The paparazzi won’t even notice me.”
“How could they miss you, Jennie? How could they miss your beauty?”
The limousine pulled up outside Martine ’s Gallery. The chauffeur helped her out of the car. A member of the press snapped her picture. He didn’t know who she was but she was gorgeous. And that diamond necklace! It must be worth a small fortune….He snapped more pictures as Mick emerged from the limo, took her elbow and guided her into the Gallery.
She was Michael Gerrard’s new lady! He could sell these photos for a lot of money…and her lipstick was smudged, and on Michael’s lips…oh, yes, these pictures would sell for great money!
They walked into the Gallery. Dan spied them, and went over to say hello. He whispered into Jennie’s ear, “Darling, your lipstick is very smudged…” and smiled as she went straight to the Ladies. He looked at Mick. “Got a tissue, Mick? Because you’ve got Jennie’s lipstick all over your mouth.” Mick laughed , pulled out a linen handkerchief, and wiped it off.
“Just can’t keep her lips off me, can she?”
Jennie turned as she got to the Ladies Room door.
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