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Authors: Elle Casey
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out around us. “And who is forgiving whom?” A saucy smile has begun to appear on her lips, giving me both hope and more blood flow to my nether regions.
“You would be forgiving me. At least, that is my fondest hope.”
She takes a sip of her drink without ever breaking eye contact. “And what would I be forgiving you for, exactly?”
I take a sip of my champagne, preparing my answer. But before I can get the words past my lips, I’m stopped by the expression on her face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she just caught a whiff of a truly horrid odor.
“Are you all right?” I ask, lowering my glass and leaning over a bit. “I say … your eyes have gone suddenly bloodshot.”
She shakes her head and puts the edge of her finger up under her nose. Tears begin to come from her eyes and trail down her cheeks.
I feel like the world’s biggest cad, no better than a bloody plonker. “Listen, Jennifer, I’m well and truly sorry for taking advantage of you back there by the telephones. Please accept my humblest apologies. It’ll never happen again, I promise. I’ll be a perfect gentleman for the rest of the evening.”
She backs away, shaking her head, the tears still coming.
My heart sinks. It’s over before it’s begun. And even though I’m out over two thousand quid and a week’s worth of planning, none of that matters when compared to the fun I’ll be missing. I was absolutely certain that a night with Jennifer would be second to none, the bees knees, the dog’s bollocks, and ever so much more.
She lowers her head, her finger still propping up her nostrils, and lifts her glass very high.
I stare in fascination as she appears to be doing some sort of formal salute or perhaps even a bow.
And then, in an instant, the reason for her strange dance becomes evident.
“Ahhh … ahhhh … AHHHH CHOOO!”
The three couples nearest my date jump from the floor in fright. Two champagne glasses fall to the ground with a crash, and one of the women who lost her drink screams. The man to Jennifer’s left is now wearing the contents of his date’s cocktail on his face.
“Oh my god,” she says, looking around in horror, her hair falling down over her face, “I’m so sorry!”
I rush to her aid, rescuing the champagne flute from her impressive grip. “Right. Come with me, darling, let’s get you cleaned up.”
She looks up at me, her red-rimmed, watery eyes surrounded by a desperate expression. “Cleaned up?”
I pat her shoulder in a sad effort at calming her. “You look beautiful, not to worry.”
I steer clear of the ladies room, knowing a mirror would probably be a bad idea right now. When we reach a quiet corner of the ballroom, I remove my handkerchief and pat delicately under her eyes, smiling in the most calming manner I know. “There we are. Right as rain.”
She takes the silk square from me and rubs it under one eye and the other, leaving smears of black on the cloth. “Oh … my god … I cannot believe I just did that. Did you see that man with the daiquiri all over his face?”
“Is that what that was? It was probably very cooling. It’s quite warm in here, don’t you think?”
“No! It was probably very cold and wet and sticky, not cooling! How humiliating.” She glances towards the exit door. “We should go. I should go.”
I reach up and move a lock of hair from her forehead over to the side where I believe it belongs. “If you want to leave, we can do that. But I hope you’re not thinking of ending our date so soon.”
She snorts as she wipes under her nose with the square of silk. “I can’t believe you still want to have a date with me.” She sniffs loudly.
I frown. “Are you having me on? Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
She looks up at me, her eyes still watery. It gives the impression of extreme sadness, forcing me to battle my desire to wrap my arms around her. I’ve never felt this protective of a woman ever, not even my wayward sister who
“You would be forgiving me. At least, that is my fondest hope.”
She takes a sip of her drink without ever breaking eye contact. “And what would I be forgiving you for, exactly?”
I take a sip of my champagne, preparing my answer. But before I can get the words past my lips, I’m stopped by the expression on her face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she just caught a whiff of a truly horrid odor.
“Are you all right?” I ask, lowering my glass and leaning over a bit. “I say … your eyes have gone suddenly bloodshot.”
She shakes her head and puts the edge of her finger up under her nose. Tears begin to come from her eyes and trail down her cheeks.
I feel like the world’s biggest cad, no better than a bloody plonker. “Listen, Jennifer, I’m well and truly sorry for taking advantage of you back there by the telephones. Please accept my humblest apologies. It’ll never happen again, I promise. I’ll be a perfect gentleman for the rest of the evening.”
She backs away, shaking her head, the tears still coming.
My heart sinks. It’s over before it’s begun. And even though I’m out over two thousand quid and a week’s worth of planning, none of that matters when compared to the fun I’ll be missing. I was absolutely certain that a night with Jennifer would be second to none, the bees knees, the dog’s bollocks, and ever so much more.
She lowers her head, her finger still propping up her nostrils, and lifts her glass very high.
I stare in fascination as she appears to be doing some sort of formal salute or perhaps even a bow.
And then, in an instant, the reason for her strange dance becomes evident.
“Ahhh … ahhhh … AHHHH CHOOO!”
The three couples nearest my date jump from the floor in fright. Two champagne glasses fall to the ground with a crash, and one of the women who lost her drink screams. The man to Jennifer’s left is now wearing the contents of his date’s cocktail on his face.
“Oh my god,” she says, looking around in horror, her hair falling down over her face, “I’m so sorry!”
I rush to her aid, rescuing the champagne flute from her impressive grip. “Right. Come with me, darling, let’s get you cleaned up.”
She looks up at me, her red-rimmed, watery eyes surrounded by a desperate expression. “Cleaned up?”
I pat her shoulder in a sad effort at calming her. “You look beautiful, not to worry.”
I steer clear of the ladies room, knowing a mirror would probably be a bad idea right now. When we reach a quiet corner of the ballroom, I remove my handkerchief and pat delicately under her eyes, smiling in the most calming manner I know. “There we are. Right as rain.”
She takes the silk square from me and rubs it under one eye and the other, leaving smears of black on the cloth. “Oh … my god … I cannot believe I just did that. Did you see that man with the daiquiri all over his face?”
“Is that what that was? It was probably very cooling. It’s quite warm in here, don’t you think?”
“No! It was probably very cold and wet and sticky, not cooling! How humiliating.” She glances towards the exit door. “We should go. I should go.”
I reach up and move a lock of hair from her forehead over to the side where I believe it belongs. “If you want to leave, we can do that. But I hope you’re not thinking of ending our date so soon.”
She snorts as she wipes under her nose with the square of silk. “I can’t believe you still want to have a date with me.” She sniffs loudly.
I frown. “Are you having me on? Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
She looks up at me, her eyes still watery. It gives the impression of extreme sadness, forcing me to battle my desire to wrap my arms around her. I’ve never felt this protective of a woman ever, not even my wayward sister who
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