be honest, his impromptu visit to Italy was so brief, I really didn’t want to waste a second of it by quizzing him about ‘next steps’ once we both got home to Mulberry-On-Sea. No, I had wanted to make the most of the few short hours we had together. That was before I got his email just as I landed at Gatwick airport.
Hi Georgie,
I hope you had a safe journey home. I’m going to be here in Sicily for a while longer.
Hope to catch up on my return.
Tom x
I knew he was travelling on to Sicily after surprising me, he told me he had a family matter to attend to, but I just assumed he would be back by now. If I’d known … well, then perhaps I would have broached the subject when I had the chance, and his email is far more formal than I had hoped for. Of course I read it a trillion times over the weekend, wondering exactly what it means – ‘catch up’ could be code for practically anything from ‘I’ll bump into you in the staff canteen sometime’ to ‘Let’s have gloriously filthy clothes-ripping sex the very second we next clap eyes on each other.’ And at first I was delighted to hear from him and felt really buoyant that he obviously wanted to continue things, why else would he send an email? He could have just ignored me. But now that I’ve let my thoughts spiral, I’m swaying between thinking his appearance in Italy was just a dramatic gesture engineered by Sam, because Tom was too polite to decline her invitation, or that perhaps he really does feel the same way I do, and as Eddie says … It’s just a matter of time until he’s back and we can really get to know each other and actually
Get It On
. God, I hope it’s the latter because he is hot – the archetypal (but 100% real) tall, dark, handsome guy with an actual personality. Bonus! And believe me, I’ve met some proper tools in my time.
But that’s not all. He has a wicked sense of humour – insisted I call him Mr Carrington and threatened to tip me off my sunlounger and flip me into the infinity pool if I didn’t. I ended up pushing him in first. That was after we had a tickling fight. He’s surprisingly down-to-earth, given his privileged background, being independently and tremendously wealthy from a proper Italian dynasty, but he doesn’t have any kind of annoying sense of entitlement that the beautiful people sometimes have. There’s just something SO irresistible about him. A spark. And he’s a really nice guy. An incredible guy. Sometimes I can’t believe that he’s interested in me, because let’s face it, he really could have his pick of women – supermodels or socialites from wealthy families with impeccable pedigrees. I’m just ordinary Georgie Hart from Mulberry-On-Sea with a brunette bob that often does a spectacular impression of a pair of floppy spaniel ears, especially if I don’t use my giant sleep-in Velcro rollers for a bit of extra bouf.
I pull out my iPhone to check for more messages. Nope, nothing. I tap through to my sent items just to be sure my reply to Tom did actually get sent. I hope so – I must have deleted the original and then tweaked it at least six times before I was satisfied it didn’t sound too needy, or clingy or desperate or whatever … I’m all in favour of appearing bright, breezy and chatty. Didn’t want to come across all bunny-boiler and scare him off. Frustrating, when what I actually wanted to write was,
I literally CAN NOT stop thinking about you, hell, you’ve even appeared in my dreams, several times in fact. NAKED. Gloriously tanned, glistening in mist spray and begging to take me right there, wherever that may be. The last scenario was in the sauna
(at the health club I joined and never went to but he doesn’t need to know that)
resulting in me waking up in a very hot and highly sensitised state …
or words to that effect.
And this situation would be so much easier if Sam was here, she’d know what to do, she’s an expert when it comes to bagging the man of your
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