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To my husband for loving me and making my sex life so
memorable we have had some great times.
To all my friends for encouraging and putting up with me.
Christine, Kelly, Lucy, Nicki, Wendy, Andy, Bert, Carl, et al.
To my beautiful Granddaughter, who died aged 28, and her
wonderful son, Oliver Gabriel, who was sadly adopted.
I. N. Prosser
SMILING AT YOU
CHAPTER ONE
and her face lit up. It was not just him she smiled at. She
smiled at the security guard as she handed him a file. She
smiled at the messenger who delivered her a package. She
smiled when someone she knew got in the lift. She smiled
at him when he did.
He realised he must have been watching her to know
who she smiled at.
She was so mumsy with her hair held back in a bun
with an elastic beaded clip and not his type at all, so he was
surprised when he found himself alone with her in the lift
asking Have you got time for a coffee? He wanted to see
her eyes again,
She smiled her usual smile, Not tonight or I will miss
my train. I can tomorrow though. She lifted her eyes and
he felt the flutter again.
Its a date. Five-thirty in the coffee shop then, just in
case we do not bump into each other tomorrow. He felt his
eyes crinkle and his mouth stretch into an involuntary
smile.
What the hell was he thinking, the words had come
unbidden and now he could not take them back. Idiot. Now
I am stuck with her.
CHAPTER TWO
5.20. He kept looking at his watch. Can you hurry this up,
Marianne he told his secretary, I have got to be someplace
else by half past. Why was he so impatient, why was it so
important that he was not late?
She dithered for another five minutes, so he ran for the
lift. It whizzed past his floor and up to floor twenty-six. He
usually did not mind waiting, one of the downsides of
working in this giant office block, but today he felt as if he
was jigging from foot to foot. Should he take the stairs 10
floors 20 flights would the high speed lift be quicker?
The doors opened as he deliberated and she was there;
squashed at the back, but all his eyes saw was her face light
up as she smiled. Everyone else faded.
Last in first out, he waited while the lift disgorged its
passengers. He felt his arm try to move to put it round her
ample waist he could get done for sexual harassment if he
did that. Why had he wanted to do that?
Damn office politics and the politically correct brigade.
Many a marriage had started in the office but not now
thanks to all the rules and regulations. Where did a man of
his age meet decent women? He had always been too busy
with his career to bother to get married, until now. He had
affairs, he was not a monk and he enjoyed the exercise. He