beautiful boots, and find I have a renewed appreciation for beauty, it must be all the sex we just had. Such beautiful leather-work, happy I’m able to focus on important details I feel relaxed and must be grinning like a stupid person from ear to ear. Daniel is having to re-snap the wrist strap of his Rolex, it's aggravating him I can tell. Everything must do as it's supposed to, behave as it's supposed to, work every time.
“Speak to Blossom about your watch Daniel, before it slips from your wrist and you lose it.” He just nods to me, and pulls his boots on.
“I'll call Baby Chris today.” He replies, closing it again with an unsatisfactorily weak snap. He then grabs me and kisses me deeply and hard. “Nice.” And winks at me.
Note to self, eat more carbs, you’re going to need the energy!
"And now we work?" I ask him.
"And now we work."
Before K collected walk. What's the difference? I could never understand it, or more importantly, why it matters.
“Can we have tea too?” I laugh, but I’m completely serious.
“Of course baby, I have already sent Newton a message to get the kettle on.” I want to marry him.
I decide, I like that...'baby'.
Chapter seven, wonderful Tuesday:22ndoctober2013 – the next bit
I glance at my phone, several missed opportunities to connect with my people passed by so quickly today, I smile at the cause, quite pleased with myself. I decide to answer the important message from Mum.
EC: “Good luck on your first day honey, hope they’re not working you too hard” I shake my head, she has no idea thankfully!
TC: “Thanks Mum, love you Tx” I really want to spend some time with Mum.
Note to self, call Mum, book a table, she won't approve of my cooking.
When I get back to my desk I look at my own phone and notice lots more texts. The people who I couldn’t say goodbye to at my last job all wondering where I went and what I’m doing. With a mild sense of sadness I reply to some of them. I will miss a few but the majority? What did coco Chanel say? "I don’t care what you think of me, I don’t think of you at all." That about sums up most of the humans I conversed with there. Medium levels of intelligence very narrow minds. The more things changed the more they stayed the same and in some cases went backwards to fulfil a need to be in control, to know what’s coming, to be comfortable. But that’s not what fashion is about is it? It’s supposed to be intelligent, challenging and scary. At least that’s my version, good for the soul and cheaper than therapy, but that depends on how far your needs go I suppose. Clothes are civilisation. I need more than mediocrity, and Daniel is proving to be the career challenge I have been after all along. In more ways than one.
PF: “Babes, free tonight if you want to tell me about your day” where do I start?
TC: “Need an early one, perhaps tomorrow?” Just need a hot bath, lots of tea, a curry and some crime drama.
PF: “Sounds promising, spill it babes, I can tell when your stalling” she’s good.
TC: “I don’t know what you mean” I think I’m funny don’t I?
PF: “OK, babes, you win this round” phew! I haven't got the energy to argue.
PF: “But not for long…” she’s very good.
TC: “You’re the best” she is.
PF: “You’re welcome” I’m desperate to tell someone how happy I feel right now.
Deep breath, one, two, three….
Beep, there you go, she just can’t wait.
PF: “The lingerie worked then?” Bingo.
TC: “I’m not one to kiss and tell” I lie shamelessly.
PF: “Good girl, tell me all about it later” I will.
I promised I would tell her everything, where do I begin? And swiped my screen silent.
Now sitting at my new desk, in my new studio office, having just been wonderfully fucked by my new boss in this very building, in a secret underground sex dungeon. Is there any more? Oh, yes, I have a Jo Malone grapefruit candle lit and it smells wonderful in here too. I feel challenged and a little scared, but in a good way. My vagina is damp and tingling. My legs feel an ache, which for once isn't the result of schooling the horses, it's the sitting trot that does it you know? Well perhaps you don't, you'll have to take my word for it. Thank goodness I