high knickers like shorts, with little black velvet bows on both. Probably to remind me to wear them together eh? I feel different in them, and fold them delicately back in the little waxed pink box.
TC: “Romantic. Is this what it's going to be like? You always getting what you want?” I like the sound of that too, what's suddenly gotten into me?
DP: “Always” that’s so hot, I’m actually squirming in my seat.
TC: “Well. I'm at work” true story unfortunately.
DP: “I’ll have you over your desk” there’s too much on it for that, always practical, comes from being a Brownie.
TC: “Think my colleagues might have something to say about that!” They’d love it, who am I kidding?
Need tea urgently.
DP: “They can watch” it’d be on You Tube, seriously.
TC: “That sounds interesting” it really does.
DP: “You have no idea” but I can guess.
DP: “Yet” nice.
TC: “You'll have to wait” can I? How far in a cab to his office?
DP: “You won’t have to” I hear in stereo, bingo.
“Tharie.” And I turn suddenly at the sound of his close by voice, Daniel is standing in the design room phone still in his hand. Everyone is looking at this handsome man, wearing a dark charcoal suit, looking gorgeous, and staring only at me. “Come.” He demands, well who am I to say no to my new boss? Without any preamble I get straight up and put my coat on, grab my bag, fail to notice all the faces agape around me, and hurry after him. He grabs me around the wrist and leads me to the lift without another word. Was I supposed to be in a meeting right now....? Don't care...
“You must have been in the building?” I ask as the door slide shut behind us.
“Close by.” He looks at me smoulderingly, and I melt inside and almost lose my footing and fall to the floor. Luckily the lift has a sturdy chrome bar wrapped along the inside, and I cling to it all the way down. Like I intend to do to him the first chance I get!
We arrive in Daniel's car to a modern building 'Pearce Hotel', slipping into an underground car-park, and we drive up a gentle curving slope into a parking space, there's only four spaces, all with initials painted on them, we park in the DJP space. Stan opens my door for me and I try to get out with a little glamour, but fail. Daniel takes my hand and we head to a lift with only one button, 'PENTHOUSE'. Bloody hell.
We say nothing as the silver box transports us up to the top floor. It stops with a hiss, I scuff my boots on the plush carpet, nervously, Daniel takes my hand and smiles at me. The doors of the lift open directly into the lobby of the penthouse suite, it smells of Daniel here. I take a lung full.
Dark wooden floor, a shiny polished round table in the centre, a huge vase of white roses sits on top, and a faint whiff of magnolia in the air. Daniel leads me through the first room into the open space living room and kitchen. We are on the roof, the whole side of the room is glass and beyond a decked terrace with olive trees, in huge grey pots swaying gently in the breeze, several huge glass lanterns sit around an intimate sitting area with table and chairs. Candles, huge and vanilla sit everywhere over the planked dark surface, and unlit fairy lights in the trees and small Turkish ornate lanterns sway on branches ready to be lit.
“Wine?” Daniel asks, walking to the kitchen and taking a bottle from the rack.
The living space is down a few steps into a massive wide room, cream leather sofas sit in a semi-circle around an ornate low table, and at one end a white velvet Chesterfield studded chaise lounge, its ornately carved black frame is beautiful, as is everything here. At the other end a huge black Grand piano, with a simple silver candlestick sitting on top overlooking some sheet music.
“Please.” I'm still amazed by the place. To the opposite side of where Daniel is pouring dark red into glasses with bowls so wide they could house a goldfish (thankfully not), is a bedroom with the double doors wide open so I can clearly see in. Bloody hell. I want this don't I? The bed itself is huge, the sheets black, the floor dark wood again.
I wander over to the