She
combed through her hair slowly before carefully applying some make up. She did
not want to appear too glammed up but she knew exactly how to accentuate what
she thought was her best features. After drying her hair on the slightly
laborious dryer supplied with the room she tossed her head forward and back
before gazing critically in the mirror.
Her eyes shined bright back
at her and her cheeks were slightly flushed.
Not bad even if I say so
myself, she thought as she slipped off the bathrobe and put on a fresh set of
underwear. She then retrieved the bag and put her new purchase on. She was
pleased with the result. Slightly demure, but with a hidden hint of
mischievousness that she felt set exactly the right tone.
With a last fluff of her
hair, she picked up her hand bag, stepped into her shoes, collected the key
card and left the room. It was time to go!
CHAPTER 9
Walking out of the lift into
the reception area, Katie immediately spotted Peter. He was dressed casually in
a white linen shirt, jeans and a dark blue jacket and his hair was slightly
mussed, something he seemed aware of judging by the number of times he pushed
his hands through it. To her dismay, he was talking to a stunning blonde woman
dressed in a tight cocktail dress that accentuated her rock hard body. As Katie
approached, they kissed cheek to cheek and the girl sauntered off seductively
(although that's what it seemed like to Katie).
At that moment, Peter spotted
her and a genuine smile beamed out. He turned toward her and held out his hand.
Not sure whether it was the right etiquette to kiss her boss, she opted for a
lingering handshake and a gaze into his eyes.
“Katie, hi. I'm so glad we
could do this. Do you have a favourite place to eat? Or are you not bothered?”
Katie smiled.
“Well, I love the restaurant
I was at the other night actually. I don't think I really made the most of it,”
she added with a little smile. Their eyes locked for a split second.
“Great, let’s go shall
we.....or would you like a drink first?” said Peter, taking her arm and leading
her gently towards the entrance.
“No, let’s go straight to the
restaurant, we can have a drink there.”
As they left the hotel and
went out into the still warm sunshine, Katie could not help but feel great.
Despite her agonizing, the thought of a good night out with someone for whom
she felt a genuine warmth thrilled her to the core, and she realised that any
doubts that may be lingering were slowly slipping away.
As they walked, together but
apart, Peter talked about childhood holidays in the south of France. His parents had not been wealthy, but they had inherited a small villa in the
foothills towards Grasse and they had come down as a family (with his older
sister) at least once a year. He talked animatedly about these visits and
marvelled at the changes the town of Cannes had undergone in the last twenty
five years. Katie could not believe how similar his childhood had been to hers
and she said as much as they relived holiday memories with each other.
They reached the restaurant
and descended down the stairs that Katie had walked but a few days ago. So much
had happened (or so little depending on how you looked at it) in those days, it
felt like a different world to Katie. The Maitre D’ welcomed them warmly, and
Katie wondered if he was used to seeing Peter arrive with different women on
his arm. She shrugged off these insecure feelings and followed Peter to the
table.
“Do you know what I thought
when I first saw you in here the other night?” Peter suddenly asked as they sat
down.
Katie was taken aback by the
question – not only for its directness but by its obvious intimacy, unless he
was about to ask her a work question which didn't seem likely. She stared at
him but could only see genuineness in his face.
“I couldn't possibly say,”
she answered diplomatically. Peter stared back
combed through her hair slowly before carefully applying some make up. She did
not want to appear too glammed up but she knew exactly how to accentuate what
she thought was her best features. After drying her hair on the slightly
laborious dryer supplied with the room she tossed her head forward and back
before gazing critically in the mirror.
Her eyes shined bright back
at her and her cheeks were slightly flushed.
Not bad even if I say so
myself, she thought as she slipped off the bathrobe and put on a fresh set of
underwear. She then retrieved the bag and put her new purchase on. She was
pleased with the result. Slightly demure, but with a hidden hint of
mischievousness that she felt set exactly the right tone.
With a last fluff of her
hair, she picked up her hand bag, stepped into her shoes, collected the key
card and left the room. It was time to go!
CHAPTER 9
Walking out of the lift into
the reception area, Katie immediately spotted Peter. He was dressed casually in
a white linen shirt, jeans and a dark blue jacket and his hair was slightly
mussed, something he seemed aware of judging by the number of times he pushed
his hands through it. To her dismay, he was talking to a stunning blonde woman
dressed in a tight cocktail dress that accentuated her rock hard body. As Katie
approached, they kissed cheek to cheek and the girl sauntered off seductively
(although that's what it seemed like to Katie).
At that moment, Peter spotted
her and a genuine smile beamed out. He turned toward her and held out his hand.
Not sure whether it was the right etiquette to kiss her boss, she opted for a
lingering handshake and a gaze into his eyes.
“Katie, hi. I'm so glad we
could do this. Do you have a favourite place to eat? Or are you not bothered?”
Katie smiled.
“Well, I love the restaurant
I was at the other night actually. I don't think I really made the most of it,”
she added with a little smile. Their eyes locked for a split second.
“Great, let’s go shall
we.....or would you like a drink first?” said Peter, taking her arm and leading
her gently towards the entrance.
“No, let’s go straight to the
restaurant, we can have a drink there.”
As they left the hotel and
went out into the still warm sunshine, Katie could not help but feel great.
Despite her agonizing, the thought of a good night out with someone for whom
she felt a genuine warmth thrilled her to the core, and she realised that any
doubts that may be lingering were slowly slipping away.
As they walked, together but
apart, Peter talked about childhood holidays in the south of France. His parents had not been wealthy, but they had inherited a small villa in the
foothills towards Grasse and they had come down as a family (with his older
sister) at least once a year. He talked animatedly about these visits and
marvelled at the changes the town of Cannes had undergone in the last twenty
five years. Katie could not believe how similar his childhood had been to hers
and she said as much as they relived holiday memories with each other.
They reached the restaurant
and descended down the stairs that Katie had walked but a few days ago. So much
had happened (or so little depending on how you looked at it) in those days, it
felt like a different world to Katie. The Maitre D’ welcomed them warmly, and
Katie wondered if he was used to seeing Peter arrive with different women on
his arm. She shrugged off these insecure feelings and followed Peter to the
table.
“Do you know what I thought
when I first saw you in here the other night?” Peter suddenly asked as they sat
down.
Katie was taken aback by the
question – not only for its directness but by its obvious intimacy, unless he
was about to ask her a work question which didn't seem likely. She stared at
him but could only see genuineness in his face.
“I couldn't possibly say,”
she answered diplomatically. Peter stared back
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