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eat somewhere if you'd prefer to?'
'No problems. I can easily cook this, if you can trust my cooking of course.' She went into the kitchen retrieved the pizza and put it in the oven. She checked carefully that she had put the correct switches on this time.
Mike was reading some of her notes when she went back into the lounge. She sat on the arm of his chair and looked over his shoulder.
'Do you understand what I'm getting at?' she asked.
'I think so. It's all a continuation to what you were teaching before Christmas, isn't it?'
'Yes indeed it is. But, please, put it down now. Or you won't want to listen to my lectures next term.'
'You're just too clever aren't you?'
'I'm bright but nothing too clever at all. It's my subject and I know it well, that's all.'
'Why would you really want to spend time with me?'
'Why wouldn't I? You're bright. You're so handsome. You're talented in many ways.'
'I'm not really bright. Not compared to you. You're lovely and clever and you know what you're talking about. For goodness sakes, I go and keep women company for money. All so I can remain independent.'
'I really don't understand this fanaticism you have for independence. I mean to say, you moved out of your parents house for whatever reason and you have a good life. I know you earn pretty well from your escort duties.'
'I don't get all of what it costs, you realise.'
'I know you don't but you get a fair bit. What are you saving for?'
'Maybe I'll tell you one day. Now, how is that pizza doing do you think? I don't fancy another burnt offering, much as I love brown food.'
Joanne went into the kitchen and took salad stuff from the fridge and managed to make two bowls of reasonable salad. They needed something extra with just one pizza between them. She knew about his appetite and wanted to make sure he had enough. The pizza smelt good and was perfectly cooked. She put it on the two plates and called him into the kitchen.
'I hope you don't mind eating in here. There isn't a huge amount of room but it's quicker than moving everything in there.'
'This looks wonderful,' he told her as he sat down. 'Salad too? You're spoiling me.'
'Someone needs to. You don't look after yourself properly. You were going to take me out without eating anything, weren't you?'
'I dare say we'd have found a snack or two from somewhere.'
They ate in silence for a few minutes and then he said,
'I like your style of cooking. This is my idea of heaven on a plate.'
'Glad you're liking it. So, tell me what you've been doing with your week.'
Chapter Six
Mike arrived at her house at ten o'clock on New Year's Eve. She was dressed in jeans and a baggy shirt, ready to spend the day working.
'You look good enough to eat,' Mike announced.
'I don't know what you mean,' she said. He came inside and kissed her, lifting her off her feet and swinging her round. 'Steady on,' she said laughing as they both collapsed on to the sofa. He kissed her a lot more and once more, she felt as if this was going to be the start of something much bigger.
They went to his father's workshop and she met his parents for the first time.
'It's good of to come over to get things ready for the party,' his mother said.
'We need to give you a proper welcome. Fetch a bottle of bubbly dear.' Obediently, Mr Thomas went off to find a bottle. 'Now tell us all about yourself. Mike says you work at the college. He said you went to your parents for Christmas. I say, why don't you ring them and invite them over for the evening? Another couple of folks won't be a problem.'
'I'm afraid they had plans for today,' Joanne muttered, looking desperately at Mike for his support.
'Yes, they're going to a party tonight,' he said feebly.
'So are we going to drink this now or leave it till later?' Mr Thomas asked.
'I say let's have it now,' Mike chipped in.
'Sounds good to me.' His father opened the bottle and poured four glasses. 'Cheers.'
Mike stood beside Joanne, his arm laid across her back. She
'No problems. I can easily cook this, if you can trust my cooking of course.' She went into the kitchen retrieved the pizza and put it in the oven. She checked carefully that she had put the correct switches on this time.
Mike was reading some of her notes when she went back into the lounge. She sat on the arm of his chair and looked over his shoulder.
'Do you understand what I'm getting at?' she asked.
'I think so. It's all a continuation to what you were teaching before Christmas, isn't it?'
'Yes indeed it is. But, please, put it down now. Or you won't want to listen to my lectures next term.'
'You're just too clever aren't you?'
'I'm bright but nothing too clever at all. It's my subject and I know it well, that's all.'
'Why would you really want to spend time with me?'
'Why wouldn't I? You're bright. You're so handsome. You're talented in many ways.'
'I'm not really bright. Not compared to you. You're lovely and clever and you know what you're talking about. For goodness sakes, I go and keep women company for money. All so I can remain independent.'
'I really don't understand this fanaticism you have for independence. I mean to say, you moved out of your parents house for whatever reason and you have a good life. I know you earn pretty well from your escort duties.'
'I don't get all of what it costs, you realise.'
'I know you don't but you get a fair bit. What are you saving for?'
'Maybe I'll tell you one day. Now, how is that pizza doing do you think? I don't fancy another burnt offering, much as I love brown food.'
Joanne went into the kitchen and took salad stuff from the fridge and managed to make two bowls of reasonable salad. They needed something extra with just one pizza between them. She knew about his appetite and wanted to make sure he had enough. The pizza smelt good and was perfectly cooked. She put it on the two plates and called him into the kitchen.
'I hope you don't mind eating in here. There isn't a huge amount of room but it's quicker than moving everything in there.'
'This looks wonderful,' he told her as he sat down. 'Salad too? You're spoiling me.'
'Someone needs to. You don't look after yourself properly. You were going to take me out without eating anything, weren't you?'
'I dare say we'd have found a snack or two from somewhere.'
They ate in silence for a few minutes and then he said,
'I like your style of cooking. This is my idea of heaven on a plate.'
'Glad you're liking it. So, tell me what you've been doing with your week.'
Chapter Six
Mike arrived at her house at ten o'clock on New Year's Eve. She was dressed in jeans and a baggy shirt, ready to spend the day working.
'You look good enough to eat,' Mike announced.
'I don't know what you mean,' she said. He came inside and kissed her, lifting her off her feet and swinging her round. 'Steady on,' she said laughing as they both collapsed on to the sofa. He kissed her a lot more and once more, she felt as if this was going to be the start of something much bigger.
They went to his father's workshop and she met his parents for the first time.
'It's good of to come over to get things ready for the party,' his mother said.
'We need to give you a proper welcome. Fetch a bottle of bubbly dear.' Obediently, Mr Thomas went off to find a bottle. 'Now tell us all about yourself. Mike says you work at the college. He said you went to your parents for Christmas. I say, why don't you ring them and invite them over for the evening? Another couple of folks won't be a problem.'
'I'm afraid they had plans for today,' Joanne muttered, looking desperately at Mike for his support.
'Yes, they're going to a party tonight,' he said feebly.
'So are we going to drink this now or leave it till later?' Mr Thomas asked.
'I say let's have it now,' Mike chipped in.
'Sounds good to me.' His father opened the bottle and poured four glasses. 'Cheers.'
Mike stood beside Joanne, his arm laid across her back. She
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