Hello Spankos and welcome to CHRISTMAS EVE! I hope you’ve got a glass of something suitable in order to celebrate and just to show that I am feeling a little festive myself, here’s something Christmassy…
“I would fling you down upon it, but it wouldn’t make for a very friendly landing,” he said, as he set her down gently on her feet. “So, let’s get down to business. Did you want your money now? It’s on the table by the bed, in the brown envelope. Feel free to count it. I’ll just go and get our drinks while you make yourself comfortable.”
He left her standing in the middle of the room, which was a couple of degrees below freezing, watching her breath fog in front of her face. He thought she was a prostitute. Her eyes widened as she realised what would happen if she stayed here. Slowly turning her head around, looking back through the archway, she realised she could easily walk straight back out the way they had come. He was hardly going to chase her. If she could just turn her body around, she could run back out to the foyer, deliver her designs for next year’s hotel, and then slip out of the door as fast as her legs could carry her. Or she could stay and live out her fantasy. One night with Alain Berger to keep locked away inside her head, so she could finally find out if her dreams were anything close to reality. Run, the sensible part of her brain whispered. You must be joking, said the rest of her.
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