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Authors: Carrie Stone
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction
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shrugged his shoulders.
'Just that he'd been trying to call but the number you gave him wasn't correct. I told him I’d get you to call him.'
'You did what?!' I said loudly.
A wave of nausea swept through me. Edward was expecting my call. I would have to call Edward. I sunk my face into my hands as Carl looked at me defensively.
'What did I do? I thought it was to discuss a job proposal? I didn’t want to give him your number just in case you'd purposefully given him the wrong one.'
I lifted my head in disbelief. 'Carl, I have been waiting for over two weeks for Edward to call me to ask me out. I have practically been in purgatory waiting for my mobile to ring.'
He suddenly had the good grace to stop eating as realisation sunk in.
'Oh right, I see' was all he managed by way of apology.
'When did Edward contact you to tell you this?' I asked trying to keep my voice calm and the irritation I was feeling from flaring into anger.
'Last week I think. He sounded very keen to talk with you. In fact, he was quite insistent that I give him your number.'
My irritation dispelled and I felt my emotions floating upwards into a happy bubble of excitement. Edward was very keen to talk to me.
Carl retrieved his wallet from his small suede messenger man bag. Flicking it open he located what he was looking for.
'Edward's business card.' He held out the thick black matt card towards me.
Embossed in sleek platinum coloured engraving was the name Edward Wainwright, followed by three international mobile options.
'Thanks' I said taking the card and inspecting it closely.
It held no further secrets. I secured it within the zipped compartment of my purse with the same amount of care and delicacy as I would handle a butterfly.
My food arrived just as Carl was finishing his last mouthful. Almost calculatedly, whilst I ate he took the opportunity to launch into details of his new relationship with Stuart. Not pausing for breath, he talked whilst I nodded encouragingly.
My mind drifted to Edward and the phone call I would have to make when I returned home. I suppressed an anxious frown and tried to concentrate on Carl as he recounted Stuart's willingness to share a bath together. Quite frankly, the bath antics of the gay lovers was as far removed from my level of interest as learning a knitting pattern.
Edward's face floated into my thoughts and I let myself surrender to the daydream.
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The house was empty upon my return home, my head still clouded by Carl's incessant two hours of chatter. I sat quietly on the sofa, grateful for the peace and stillness. I needed to collect my thoughts. Edward's business card was rested upon my lap, mockingly taunting my self esteem every time I looked downwards.
The clock hands on the large display opposite to me slowly made their way around the face, as I sat and stared into the distance.
Only when the clock chimed and I realised that I had been lost in an altered state of consciousness for quite some time, did I focus on the mobile phone held in my right hand.
Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on the business card before me. It was time to make the call. After two weeks of assumed rejection, I would finally get to speak to the man I had been waiting upon. But would it be all I hoped for?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was nervous. My palms were sweaty, my hair was starting to flatten and my forehead was beginning to look greasy. It wasn’t quite eight o’clock yet but I hoped he'd arrive soon.
I surveyed my outfit for a third time. A simple black shift dress and black suede stilettos. It was enough; classy, elegant and safe. I just hoped he didn’t have intentions to take me bowling or to the cinema. My mind started to go into overdrive at the horror of having to trade stilettos for flat, ugly bowling shoes.
Headlights flooded the hallway. He was here. Grabbing my bag, I dashed towards the kitchen and slugged down the final dregs of my glass of wine. My nerves began to
'Just that he'd been trying to call but the number you gave him wasn't correct. I told him I’d get you to call him.'
'You did what?!' I said loudly.
A wave of nausea swept through me. Edward was expecting my call. I would have to call Edward. I sunk my face into my hands as Carl looked at me defensively.
'What did I do? I thought it was to discuss a job proposal? I didn’t want to give him your number just in case you'd purposefully given him the wrong one.'
I lifted my head in disbelief. 'Carl, I have been waiting for over two weeks for Edward to call me to ask me out. I have practically been in purgatory waiting for my mobile to ring.'
He suddenly had the good grace to stop eating as realisation sunk in.
'Oh right, I see' was all he managed by way of apology.
'When did Edward contact you to tell you this?' I asked trying to keep my voice calm and the irritation I was feeling from flaring into anger.
'Last week I think. He sounded very keen to talk with you. In fact, he was quite insistent that I give him your number.'
My irritation dispelled and I felt my emotions floating upwards into a happy bubble of excitement. Edward was very keen to talk to me.
Carl retrieved his wallet from his small suede messenger man bag. Flicking it open he located what he was looking for.
'Edward's business card.' He held out the thick black matt card towards me.
Embossed in sleek platinum coloured engraving was the name Edward Wainwright, followed by three international mobile options.
'Thanks' I said taking the card and inspecting it closely.
It held no further secrets. I secured it within the zipped compartment of my purse with the same amount of care and delicacy as I would handle a butterfly.
My food arrived just as Carl was finishing his last mouthful. Almost calculatedly, whilst I ate he took the opportunity to launch into details of his new relationship with Stuart. Not pausing for breath, he talked whilst I nodded encouragingly.
My mind drifted to Edward and the phone call I would have to make when I returned home. I suppressed an anxious frown and tried to concentrate on Carl as he recounted Stuart's willingness to share a bath together. Quite frankly, the bath antics of the gay lovers was as far removed from my level of interest as learning a knitting pattern.
Edward's face floated into my thoughts and I let myself surrender to the daydream.
----------
The house was empty upon my return home, my head still clouded by Carl's incessant two hours of chatter. I sat quietly on the sofa, grateful for the peace and stillness. I needed to collect my thoughts. Edward's business card was rested upon my lap, mockingly taunting my self esteem every time I looked downwards.
The clock hands on the large display opposite to me slowly made their way around the face, as I sat and stared into the distance.
Only when the clock chimed and I realised that I had been lost in an altered state of consciousness for quite some time, did I focus on the mobile phone held in my right hand.
Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on the business card before me. It was time to make the call. After two weeks of assumed rejection, I would finally get to speak to the man I had been waiting upon. But would it be all I hoped for?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was nervous. My palms were sweaty, my hair was starting to flatten and my forehead was beginning to look greasy. It wasn’t quite eight o’clock yet but I hoped he'd arrive soon.
I surveyed my outfit for a third time. A simple black shift dress and black suede stilettos. It was enough; classy, elegant and safe. I just hoped he didn’t have intentions to take me bowling or to the cinema. My mind started to go into overdrive at the horror of having to trade stilettos for flat, ugly bowling shoes.
Headlights flooded the hallway. He was here. Grabbing my bag, I dashed towards the kitchen and slugged down the final dregs of my glass of wine. My nerves began to
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