In the meantime, I already need something from you: Can you please forward the presentation for the Swedes. I can’t find it and I think you had one of the last versions on your laptop. No rush, though, I don’t need it until next Thursday. Thanks and good luck, Steve Joe pressed Reply and sent bac
Downstairs in the kitchen, Sarah’s fridge had a lot to offer. It was a wonder the door still closed. There was leftover lasagna, all kinds of cheeses, vegetable soup, cut meats, some antipasti in glass jars and the leftover tiramisu covered with foil. Joe stared at the well-stocked shelves undecide
So, why not let fate decide? If she picked up, great, if not, he was going to have his soup and watch TV. His hands not quite steady, Joe turned on the phone and typed in the number from the computer screen. He could feel his heart beating up to his throat as the phone started ringing now. She pro
She turned the water back on, prepared a bowl of mixed salad and put it in the fridge and the she set the table: Red placemats, white plates, red and white striped napkins, glasses for water and some for wine. She had made sure there was no candle on the table or anything else that would give the wr
As he kept watching her stir the sauce – even though it probably didn’t need any more stirring – he couldn’t help remembering how he had used to go over to her dorm and they would cook together. They had made pasta with cream sauce a few times there too. Those evenings had been really nice. The c
Joe opened a few cabinets, looking for a bowl for the pasta. When he couldn’t find anything he shot her a questioning look, pointing to the noodles in the strainer. “Sure, it’s a chance,” she muttered, her eyes meeting Joe’s. She pointed to the cabinet above the stove. Joe opened it and she nodded.
Robert would have a ball making fun of her! Joe had come up beside her with the wine bottle. “I think it’s better not to tell anyone,” he said and leaned in a bit, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You and I eating together, that’s real bad…” “Shut up or you’ll really leave without any food!” she
“Yeah, it’s been there for four generations. I saw his father only once, and his grandma… VIP, high society kind of people. I think there’s even some aristocratic streak in there as well. At least that’s what Richard let slip once…” Joe laughed. “Hence his regal behavior. Still, can’t picture him i
“Let’s try,” she whispered and moved her hand down to his stomach.“Okay,” he put his hand back ontop of hers and slid his fingers between hers.It took only minutes until her breathing slowed down and a slight twitching of her hand told him that she was asleep again.Listening to her breathing and
Joe woke up around three, feeling really thirsty.It took him a second to grasp where he was (not in the cabin anymore) and that he was not alone.The realization caused a flash of excitement.D was sleeping far on her side of the bed.He remembered how she had always used to do that. No matter how
He was going for a mind-sweeping kiss here – one that would swipe her mind of any reservations there might still be. Even if, right now, she didn’t seem very reserved anyway. But he’d rather be absolutely sure…His own reservations were all gone by now. And having her so close just confirmed that ke
Three minutes later Joe returned, a chocolate bar in his left hand and a glass of milk in his right.“I see chocolate,” D chirped with a greedy grin. She had sat up and was leaning against the headboard. “Come here…” Like a lazy princess she waved for him to come over.Stopping at his desk, Joe set
“I don’t wanna mess this up…” he said, his gaze on the bedcover beside her head, his hand tracing one of the lines in the pattern.“Didn’t exactly feel like you were in the process of messing things up,” she said softly and reached out to touch his face.“You don’t think so, huh?” He leaned into her
Joe pushed himself away from the windowsill.“Guess I’ve really earned a jerk medal,” he contemplated as he stepped around the bed to her. “I’m sorry I didn’t pick up.”“Mhmm,” D growled, trying hard to unwaveringly hold his gaze as he came closer. “And you’re hopefully also sorry that you didn’t ca
He shrugged and kept glaring out the window. This had become kind of a habit - turning his back on people and staring into space. It was a bad habit he had developed thanks to Liz. It just helped him focus or stay composed, and it made it easier to get through situations he would rather avoid altoge
What she had before her, was part of the job ads from Saturday’s paper. One of the ads had her company’s swan logo on it. It was the ad for one of the jobs in London.Joe had gotten up from the bed again and returned to his desk. He pulled out the chair and sat down on it backwards so he was facing
D was rising from the bed with the intention to follow him. Only that she was momentarily strangely overwhelmed by something. Something indefinable that affected her more deeply than anything had in a long time.When it only got worse once she stepped out on the landing, a moist wave from the bathro