An Eventful Evening with V . . .
True to his word when we’d lunched in March, V emailed at the beginning of the week “Two days notice. Will you still meet with me?” I replied “of course” immediately . . . and he replied that he’d call me on his arrival in London.
I packed a change of clothes on Thursday morning as I left for work. As always, as we lay in bed the previous evening, J had been making suggestions of what I should wear. But I had to remind him that as we’d be meeting for a meal I could hardly wear most of the outfits he was suggesting.
The day seemed to drag by and I had to consciously try to disguise the excitement in my voice when he called on my mobile to agree a restaurant to meet at. As my colleagues, (slowly), left the office, I “tidied” myself up and changed into the black skirt and white woollen top that I’d carefully folded into my bag that morning. Although it is a polo-neck, J had actually approved of my choice of the top that morning, as without a bra it is quite a tight fit and apparently “shows off all the right curves”.
V’s flight was an early evening one and as he was coming straight-in from the airport he suggested meeting for a pasta in Knightsbridge. He was waiting with a table and wine as I arrived. He rose to exchange kisses and take my jacket and we began to catch-up with our news whilst we waited to order. He was in his usual charming form, adding to his usual compliments by telling me that his trip was a “detour just to visit you on my way home tomorrow”. I told him that tomorrow was Good Friday and he laughed and said “I will have to make sure you have a Good Evening then won’t I.” I reminded him that he’d originally told me three weeks ago that he’d be in London for a week over Easter, but he replied that his original meetings had been postponed and that instead of flying home directly from a few days in Dublin he’d decided to stop-over in London for the evening. I felt flattered . . . but thankful for the timely arrival of our waitress to take our orders! Conversation throughout the meal swapped between further updates on my family news and, of course, our respective situations at work. I confessed that I hadn’t been following news of the G20 summit but listened attentively as V espoused his own summary and views on our likely position in the coming months and year.
As he bundled his suitcase into the cab he promised “no more business talk. Tell me more about the children!”. He spent the rest of the journey holding my hand listening and asking more questions about the children and our plans for the Easter break.
Once we’d arrived at his apartment he poured drinks and as we sat together embracing on the sofa . . .
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Best wishes - EDITH
I packed a change of clothes on Thursday morning as I left for work. As always, as we lay in bed the previous evening, J had been making suggestions of what I should wear. But I had to remind him that as we’d be meeting for a meal I could hardly wear most of the outfits he was suggesting.
The day seemed to drag by and I had to consciously try to disguise the excitement in my voice when he called on my mobile to agree a restaurant to meet at. As my colleagues, (slowly), left the office, I “tidied” myself up and changed into the black skirt and white woollen top that I’d carefully folded into my bag that morning. Although it is a polo-neck, J had actually approved of my choice of the top that morning, as without a bra it is quite a tight fit and apparently “shows off all the right curves”.
V’s flight was an early evening one and as he was coming straight-in from the airport he suggested meeting for a pasta in Knightsbridge. He was waiting with a table and wine as I arrived. He rose to exchange kisses and take my jacket and we began to catch-up with our news whilst we waited to order. He was in his usual charming form, adding to his usual compliments by telling me that his trip was a “detour just to visit you on my way home tomorrow”. I told him that tomorrow was Good Friday and he laughed and said “I will have to make sure you have a Good Evening then won’t I.” I reminded him that he’d originally told me three weeks ago that he’d be in London for a week over Easter, but he replied that his original meetings had been postponed and that instead of flying home directly from a few days in Dublin he’d decided to stop-over in London for the evening. I felt flattered . . . but thankful for the timely arrival of our waitress to take our orders! Conversation throughout the meal swapped between further updates on my family news and, of course, our respective situations at work. I confessed that I hadn’t been following news of the G20 summit but listened attentively as V espoused his own summary and views on our likely position in the coming months and year.
As he bundled his suitcase into the cab he promised “no more business talk. Tell me more about the children!”. He spent the rest of the journey holding my hand listening and asking more questions about the children and our plans for the Easter break.
Once we’d arrived at his apartment he poured drinks and as we sat together embracing on the sofa . . .
If you’d like to read the rest of this entry please visit my on-line diary at:
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
Best wishes - EDITH