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The bath was deep and spacious and filled with suds. She sat submersed, sipping a glass of rich, chocolately red and listening to the soft music filtering from the speakers. Japanese Fleetwood-Mac covers. Tell me Lies. How lush. Her only regret - he wasn’t here.
The decision was made though. Rowan needed his space and so did she. Romantic holidays together might ease their problems but they didn’t make them go away.
It would work itself out… or it wouldn’t. No choice really. They were tied. This ‘thing’ had bound them more tightly than marriage. Perhaps that was the problem.
For now she would work. And working meant meeting Mark and the new model downstairs in an hour. IGirl sighed and reached for her towel.
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Mark was alone when she arrived. Chewing a toothpick, glass empty in front of him. Asshole probably planned it that way. She looked around for a photographer.
‘What, no Papps to photograph our romantic date?’ she said as she sat down.
‘I’d rather have a date with a proctologist. This is a business meeting and you’re late.’
He was peeved. Edgy about something. IGirl doubted it was over the incident in the Hummer. Something else?
‘By nine minutes and it looks like our third party isn’t here yet.’
‘She’ll be here.’
She could keep fighting him but what was the point. Someone had to break the ice.
‘Is something wrong?’
He looked like sh#$. It was seven hours since she had left him in the back of the Limo but from the look of him it could have been seven years. His face was dry and lined, even the skin on his hands was flaky. Mark looked haggard.
‘My afternoon appointment didn’t turn up that’s all. Minor issue I should have resolved in an hour or so.’
‘You look like you need a good sleep.’
‘Am I sensing some concern? The ice maiden cares?’ Even tired Mark was a flirt.
‘It’s listed on my resume under weaknesses.’
‘See, we do have fun together.’
‘Sometimes,’ IGirl conceded.
‘I’m sorry I snapped. Belle will be here soon, then I’ll leave.’
‘Really, you’re not going to stay and have one drink?’
‘There’s something I really need to do.’
The decision was made though. Rowan needed his space and so did she. Romantic holidays together might ease their problems but they didn’t make them go away.
It would work itself out… or it wouldn’t. No choice really. They were tied. This ‘thing’ had bound them more tightly than marriage. Perhaps that was the problem.
For now she would work. And working meant meeting Mark and the new model downstairs in an hour. IGirl sighed and reached for her towel.
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Mark was alone when she arrived. Chewing a toothpick, glass empty in front of him. Asshole probably planned it that way. She looked around for a photographer.
‘What, no Papps to photograph our romantic date?’ she said as she sat down.
‘I’d rather have a date with a proctologist. This is a business meeting and you’re late.’
He was peeved. Edgy about something. IGirl doubted it was over the incident in the Hummer. Something else?
‘By nine minutes and it looks like our third party isn’t here yet.’
‘She’ll be here.’
She could keep fighting him but what was the point. Someone had to break the ice.
‘Is something wrong?’
He looked like sh#$. It was seven hours since she had left him in the back of the Limo but from the look of him it could have been seven years. His face was dry and lined, even the skin on his hands was flaky. Mark looked haggard.
‘My afternoon appointment didn’t turn up that’s all. Minor issue I should have resolved in an hour or so.’
‘You look like you need a good sleep.’
‘Am I sensing some concern? The ice maiden cares?’ Even tired Mark was a flirt.
‘It’s listed on my resume under weaknesses.’
‘See, we do have fun together.’
‘Sometimes,’ IGirl conceded.
‘I’m sorry I snapped. Belle will be here soon, then I’ll leave.’
‘Really, you’re not going to stay and have one drink?’
‘There’s something I really need to do.’
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