young men in white sleeveless T-shirts and girls wearing spaghetti-strap tops
Imagine a string pulling you up from the top of your head,’ echoed the voice of her Pilates teacher
young man in a loose white shirt of the finest linen, the sleeves rolled up, well-cut dark trousers and expensive shoes.
a match made in heaven
he reached behind him, whipped out a single red rose and put it in front of her.
She put the rose deep into her capacious bag where no one could see it, at the same time imagining what her close friends, Ellen and Kate, would say when she told them.
‘And a sparkling water for me.’ A nice voice with the trace of an accent she couldn’t place. ‘I don’t drink,’ he added, by way of explanation.
‘Not during the working week. Need to keep a clear head for the job.
‘Only at weekends. It’s a slippery slope otherwise.’
He patted his no doubt lean and muscled stomach. She looked at his thick chest hair growing out of the neck of his shirt. What would he be like in bed? she wondered.
where they came from (she from London and him from Northumbria);
where they lived now (Islington and Clapham);
their marital status (both awaiting divorce);
children (one to her – Ben, now sixteen; two to him – Bella, thirteen and Stevie, fifteen);
where they were going on holiday (hadn’t decided because always left it to the last minute; golf and fishing on the Spey with two friends),
favourite books (anything by Anne Tyler; Fever Pitch)
and films (When Harry Met Sally – sad but true; anything starring Jackie Chan – even sadder).
To be honest, I was worried that you might be a proper ball-breaker but I’ve really enjoyed myself.’
He wasn’t bad-looking, just a bit humourless. She imagined he might be quite a considerate lover, if not very inventive.
When a relationship comes to an end, the man finds another woman while the woman finds herself.
disenchantment
new red suede peep-toe shoes. feel burning on the side of her right big toe to subside
The pocket box of chocolates from Demarquette had been a present from an agent who’d found the most direct way to her heart.
If anyone asked him how he’d got the scar, he just smiled and said it was ‘one of those things’. As a result he retained a slightly mysterious aura that clearly made him extremely attractive to some, judging from the comments that Bea had overheard in the Ladies.
will be promoted from his position as sales manager with immediate effect.
He took the plates over to the dishwasher, loading them far more noisily than necessary
In giving her this unwanted knowledge, he had also given her power.
Sex was the one thing that had always brought them back together after the slightest disagreement. But she sensed him tense and he pulled back from her. ‘Not tonight,’ he murmured, turning his head and gently pushing her away. ‘I’ve got an early start. Sorry.’ He rolled onto his side and reached out to switch off his light.
Oliver put both hands on her shoulders and kissed Ellen’s forehead.
‘I love that painting, Starship,’ he said.
He did ask me what my HRT pills were but I just told him they were contraceptives – if only – and I pretended the thread veins on my legs were scratches from the roses in the garden. And I told him I’d been grey since my early thirties! One of the drawbacks of having jet-black hair as a kid.’
Honestly, I feel like a teenager with a first crush.
He’s so kind and considerate. I’d forgotten how good it feels to be wanted by someone and to share all those endless day-today tasks that otherwise you deal with on your own.
The excitement of the affair had temporarily blinded her to the realities of the situation.
smiling with their topaz eyes
his clothes were no longer mail order (too busy to shop) but designer (‘Carrie helps me choose’).
watchword
circumspection