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Fuck it. They’ll only tell me I’m crazy. This was my decision. SomethingIfelt I needed to do. I would just trust my gut.
Thirty minutes to go…
Time to freshen up my make-up. I added a deeper, more prominent cat eye flick, a light dusting of powder to eliminate shine on my T-zone, and of course applied a seductive red lip…
I’m so fucking nervous!
I smoothed out the front of my dress with my hands as I stood back to examine myself in the bathroom mirror. Always harder to look sexy in December when it’s cold outside. I’d opted for a knee-length black dress with three-quarter-length sleeves and cleavage tastefully on show. I’d brave the cold so that I could have bare legs and wear my scarlet peep-toe shoe boots. This look was smartish, yet casual and, most importantly,sexy.
Fifteen minutes to go…
Done.
Make-up, outfit and hair allon fleek, as my niece Jasmine says. The salon team gave me the thumbs-up and lots of encouragement as I stepped outside into the crisp London air.
It was now 18.23. No point jumping in a taxi—it would take an inordinate amount of time with all the traffic on Regent Street. In these boots, it’d take me a comfortable ten minutes to walk to All Bar One, which meant I’d arrive there just a few minutes after 18.30. He didn’t strike me as the punctual type, so I should have time to pop to the ladies’ for one last check up and still head back upstairs to be fashionably late at 18.40.
As I walked back upstairs, I scanned the area. The long wooden bar, which was in front of a huge wall with illuminated shelves filled with hundreds of different bottles of wine, was heaving with office workers having a drink after work as well as shoppers and tourists. All of the tanned banquette seating in the centre was full, as well as the stools at the back. By the window underneath the row of pendant white ceiling lights, there were a handful of wooden tables for two that were empty. But judging by how busy it was, they wouldn’t be free for much longer.
What if he doesn’t turn up?I asked myself probably for the eight hundredth time today. Of course I’d be livid, but at least I would have tried and wouldn’t have travelled hundreds of miles to see him. It would cost me a fifteen-pound cab ride home rather than the grand I’d wasted last time. And for the sake of the price of a cocktail, it was worth a try. Because after all, what if hedidturn up?
That’s right. Think positively, Sophia.
I hovered underneath the hanging giant black-and-white clock near the bar and glanced out the window.
Holy shit.
Is that him?
A gorgeous guy who bore more than a passing resemblance to Lorenzo walked past the window, then past the door.
Oh? I thought it was him. That’s a shame.
Wait…he’s coming back!
Said hot guy walked back towards the door and then through it.
Itishim.
OMFG—he is sooooooooooooooooohot.
He flashed that killer smile at me and it took all my strength to remain upright.
‘Wow!’ he said as he walked towards me. ‘Sophia. You look even more beautiful than I remember.Che bella.’ He stood back, looked me up and down, nodding with approval and smiling as he did.
‘Wowyourself, Lorenzo,’ I replied, trying to play it cool and failing miserably.
His hair has grown back, but had been freshly shaved down at the sides, leaving it slightly wavy and beautiful on top. Perfect for running my fingers through.
His beard looked thick and gorgeous. He’d grown it back. Beautiful.
His hypnotic deep dark eyes drew me in. I could get lost in them for days.
His smile…
His lips…I remembered those lips all over my body. I wanted to kiss them right now…
And he had on those jeans. The delicious dark blue jeans he had worn the morning after the night before…
He was wearing a jacket, but he had a fitted jumper on underneath, and I could see the outline of his taut, firm, sexy chest…
One drink? Keeping myself out of trouble? Fat chance. I was going to need an entire army to stop me from wanting to jump his bones right now.
Please, God. Give me all the strength you can.
Something tells me I am about to sin…
