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It was almost lunchtime when she got into the agencyand ended up sharing a lift with Jack and Mike, fresh from a client meeting in the City. Mike was talking nineteen to the dozen and doing his usual impersonation of an overenthusiastic puppy, which made Jack seem even more like a large block of granite.
It didn’t take Mike’s eyes long to lock on to the distinctive carrier bag from the lingerie shop. Ellie could almost see the drool on his shirt. Funny how most men were so predictable when faced with anything involving skimpy underwear. It pressed all the right buttons.
Except for Sam, apparently. He’d hardly been able to find the bed last night, let alone locate any of her erogenous zones. Another night without anything more than a beer-induced cuddle.
Ellie felt the bag being lifted out of her fingers by an almost panting Mike. Before she could stop him, he said, ‘Let’s see what you’ve got in there, then,’ and pulled out her matching bra and knickers. He whooped with delight and held them up.
‘Very nice, Ellie. Very classy, but sexy too. What’s the bra for, though? Thought you were only doing knickers?’
‘Those are mine.’ Ellie said, grabbing the carrier bag from Mike and shoving the knickers back into it, cross that she had become so flustered. ‘These are the ones for the campaign.’ She pulled out the hot pink satin knickers and put them on the palm of her hand. They didn’t take up much room.
Mike made a lunge for them and then whistled in awe at the price tag. ‘Don’t get much for your money, do you? I’ve never seen knickers that expensive.’
Ellie wished Mike would shut up. If he went on like that, Jack was going to think she’d been wasting agency money. Even now he was giving her that intense stare of his, the one that made you feel that he could actually see what you were thinking. Suddenly the lift seemed too small and Jack seemed too close and Ellie wished that she had taken the stairs.
Slowly Jack reached over and lifted the knickers from Mike’s hand. He casually flipped over the price tag. ‘Looks OK to me,’ he said. ‘Ellie’s obviously an expert.’ He dropped the knickers back in the carrier bag.
Ellie studied the lift floor in minute detail and tried not to think about how the knickers had looked in Jack’s hand.
As the lift reached the next floor, she chanced one more look at Jack, only to be met by his cool, grey gaze. She felt the colour rise and spread across her cheeks. What was this? She was turning into some kind of chameleon that only appeared to do red.
When the lift doors opened, she darted out, glad to escape even though it was not her floor. She thought she’d got away with it too, until she heard the ever-helpful Mike say, ‘You know you got out at the wrong floor, Ellie?’
‘I do, Mike,’ she said, thinking frantically. ‘It’s just thesign in the lift says it can only carry seven hundred kilograms and I’m a bit worried about how much all of that testosterone and drool of yours weighs.’
Hurrah, she had timed it perfectly: the lift doors closed before either of its occupants could say anything in response.
CHAPTER 5
Ellie knew from the moment she saw Mr Hetherington and the Sure & Soft team that things weren’t going to go well. Hugo had obviously got his facts wrong because Hetherington was telling them that he was still very much in charge, although this was his last big outing. Pauline Kennedy stood next to him, her smile looking a little forced, and they all knew she wouldn’t be making the decisions today.
It was no consolation to Ellie that Jack was glowering at Hugo, or that Hugo’s eyes were bulging in a distressing way. She and Lesley were the ones who actually had to stand up there and sell the idea.
Ellie took another look at Mr Hetherington as he was introducing his team members to Jack. She imagined he was the kind of man who referred to ‘monthlies’ and ‘having the painters in’. He was going
It was almost lunchtime when she got into the agencyand ended up sharing a lift with Jack and Mike, fresh from a client meeting in the City. Mike was talking nineteen to the dozen and doing his usual impersonation of an overenthusiastic puppy, which made Jack seem even more like a large block of granite.
It didn’t take Mike’s eyes long to lock on to the distinctive carrier bag from the lingerie shop. Ellie could almost see the drool on his shirt. Funny how most men were so predictable when faced with anything involving skimpy underwear. It pressed all the right buttons.
Except for Sam, apparently. He’d hardly been able to find the bed last night, let alone locate any of her erogenous zones. Another night without anything more than a beer-induced cuddle.
Ellie felt the bag being lifted out of her fingers by an almost panting Mike. Before she could stop him, he said, ‘Let’s see what you’ve got in there, then,’ and pulled out her matching bra and knickers. He whooped with delight and held them up.
‘Very nice, Ellie. Very classy, but sexy too. What’s the bra for, though? Thought you were only doing knickers?’
‘Those are mine.’ Ellie said, grabbing the carrier bag from Mike and shoving the knickers back into it, cross that she had become so flustered. ‘These are the ones for the campaign.’ She pulled out the hot pink satin knickers and put them on the palm of her hand. They didn’t take up much room.
Mike made a lunge for them and then whistled in awe at the price tag. ‘Don’t get much for your money, do you? I’ve never seen knickers that expensive.’
Ellie wished Mike would shut up. If he went on like that, Jack was going to think she’d been wasting agency money. Even now he was giving her that intense stare of his, the one that made you feel that he could actually see what you were thinking. Suddenly the lift seemed too small and Jack seemed too close and Ellie wished that she had taken the stairs.
Slowly Jack reached over and lifted the knickers from Mike’s hand. He casually flipped over the price tag. ‘Looks OK to me,’ he said. ‘Ellie’s obviously an expert.’ He dropped the knickers back in the carrier bag.
Ellie studied the lift floor in minute detail and tried not to think about how the knickers had looked in Jack’s hand.
As the lift reached the next floor, she chanced one more look at Jack, only to be met by his cool, grey gaze. She felt the colour rise and spread across her cheeks. What was this? She was turning into some kind of chameleon that only appeared to do red.
When the lift doors opened, she darted out, glad to escape even though it was not her floor. She thought she’d got away with it too, until she heard the ever-helpful Mike say, ‘You know you got out at the wrong floor, Ellie?’
‘I do, Mike,’ she said, thinking frantically. ‘It’s just thesign in the lift says it can only carry seven hundred kilograms and I’m a bit worried about how much all of that testosterone and drool of yours weighs.’
Hurrah, she had timed it perfectly: the lift doors closed before either of its occupants could say anything in response.
CHAPTER 5
Ellie knew from the moment she saw Mr Hetherington and the Sure & Soft team that things weren’t going to go well. Hugo had obviously got his facts wrong because Hetherington was telling them that he was still very much in charge, although this was his last big outing. Pauline Kennedy stood next to him, her smile looking a little forced, and they all knew she wouldn’t be making the decisions today.
It was no consolation to Ellie that Jack was glowering at Hugo, or that Hugo’s eyes were bulging in a distressing way. She and Lesley were the ones who actually had to stand up there and sell the idea.
Ellie took another look at Mr Hetherington as he was introducing his team members to Jack. She imagined he was the kind of man who referred to ‘monthlies’ and ‘having the painters in’. He was going
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