Ladz ‘Local Lovelies’ #62 : Rebecca
Marc Nobbs
Parkland Publishing
Northampton, UK
Smashwords Edition published 2011 by Parkland Publishing
Text © 2011 Marc Nobbs
Cover art © 2011 Marc Nobbs
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter 1
Jim Matlock stopped at the local newsagent on the way to his first job of the day and picked up a copy of The Daily Echo, a Coke and a Mars bar. Since it was Thursday, he also bought the latest edition of Ladz. Ladz was a weekly magazine aimed at men in their late teens to early thirties, featuring a mixture of pub jokes, sport and a great deal of pictures of young, attractive women in their underwear. The magazine’s most popular feature was Ladz ‘Local Lovelies’. Ordinary girls from around Britain sent pictures of themselves to the magazine in the hope of becoming The Next Big Thing. Each week one of them was invited to do a professional photo shoot that included the magazine’s centrefold spread.
Jim adored the ‘Local Lovelies’. The feature was the only reason he bought the magazine. He took his copy and his other items to the counter.
“Morning, Jim,” said the owner of the small shop.
“Morning, Raj. How are you?”
“Oh, same as usual. You know.” He scanned the items into his till. “Ah, Ladz. They’ve announced the winner of the ‘Local Lovely of the Year’ this week.”
“Yeah, I know. I haven’t looked yet. Have you?”
Raj nodded. “Of course, although don’t the wife, eh? It’s that lawyer girl.”
“Rebecca? Cool. I voted for her. Give it here—let me look.”
Five minutes later, Jim sat in his car outside the shop and drooled over the photos of Rebecca Anderson, a twenty-five-year-old lawyer from Westmouth—Jim’s home town. When she’d first appeared in the magazine, Jim had fantasised about one day bumping in to her, even though he knew the chances of that were pretty slim—lawyer’s were certainly not in his social circle.
When he finally stuffed the magazine into his toolbox and looked at his watch, he realised he was late. His first job was in Westmouth Wharf, an office development on the other side of town, whose forty-five storey centrepiece was the tallest building in the Westmouthshire. He’d never get through the traffic fast enough to be on time. He just hoped that the clients weren’t too mad.
After he’d parked in the huge office block’s car park, he dashed across the lobby towards the rapidly closing elevator doors. He just made it and jammed his toolbox between the doors, forcing them to re-open and admit him. He stepped into the lift and pushed the button for the fortieth floor. Jim was a photocopier engineer, and this first job on his daily call sheet was at his company’s most important client. The law firm Jenkins, McCall & Smith occupied the top five floors of the shiny new office block.
He wasn’t alone in the lift but he was in such a rush when he’d entered that he’d registered only that the other occupant was female and now he glanced behind to get a better look. One of Jim’s mildly amusing pastimes was rating the women he saw on his office visits out of ten. In the past week, he’d been lucky enough to encounter two eights and even a nine! Today’s random totty couldn’t top that, could it? Only one way to find out.
A stunning, raven-haired woman leaned against the lift’s mirrored back wall. She was wearing an expensive-looking black business-suit and held a slim, elegant leather briefcase in front of her. She wasn’t an eight. Or even a nine. She was an honest to goodness ten.
He didn’t know how long he stared at her, but knew it was too long when she raised her eyebrows and said, “Yes?”
“Er… Oh… I… Nothing. Sorry.” He looked away and concentrated on the metal door in front of him. Jim never saw women as beautiful as her in the bars and clubs he normally frequented. Sure, he knew plenty of good-looking girls, but this woman exuded the kind of class and sophistication that he didn’t normally encounter. In fact, he only saw such glamour in the pages of Ladz.
Before he could stop himself, he spun around and blurted out, “Are you? You’re Rebecca Anderson! Aren’t you?”
She smiled and said, “Now how would someone like you know my name?”
“I… Er… well, you’re a Ladz ‘Local Lovely’, aren’t you? You’ve just been named ‘Lovely of the Year’.”
Her smile widened and she nodded. “Did you like my winner’s shoot?”
“Fuck, yeah! Sorry. Excuse my language. Didn’t mean to offend.”
“Oh, you didn’t. I’ve heard a lot worse.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’ve used a lot worse, come to think of it.”
Jim blushed. It was odd—he was normally so cool and confident around women. Working-class women at least—the white stilettos, dance-around-their-handbag type. But there was something strangely disarming about Ms. Anderson. Was it that smile? Confident and sexy, but also a little bit naughty. Or was it her eyes? Hazel coloured and almond-shaped, but with a glint that said she knew how to get dirty. Or maybe it was just because he knew exactly what was under that sharp black suit—there was a copy of it in his toolbox.
“Well… Er… Nice to meet you.” He faced the door again and grinned. There was a fuzzy reflection of her on the aluminium door. Even distorted, he couldn’t deny she was beautiful. He couldn’t quite believe it—he was in the same lift as the Ladz ‘Local Lovely of the Year’. He’d even voted for her—her eyes won his vote, although the rest of her helped too.
He was delighted that she’d won. He half wanted her to hurry up and leave so he could get the magazine out and take in her wonderful nakedness again. He looked at the buttons on the control panel. Only two were lit. He’d pressed forty. She was going one floor higher. The red digits on the console indicated that they were already at floor twenty-two. It wouldn’t be long now. Thirty seconds, maybe a minute.
“Come on,” said Rebecca, sounding impatient. “God, I hate lifts.”
Jim looked around at her. “Really?”
She nodded. “It’s more like an irrational fear. Come on, hurry up.”
The console told them they were at floor thirty-four.
Thirty-five.
Thirty-six.
The lights suddenly went out and the lift came to a juddering, screeching halt.
“What’s happening?” Rebecca’s voice was full of panic.
The emergency lights flickered into life. They were much dimmer than the regular lights and emitted an eerie green glow that made the lift seem suddenly smaller and more imposing.
“Power cut would be my guess,” said Jim. “I shouldn’t worry. This building has back-up generators. It won’t take long for them to kick in.”
“I hope you’re right.” She fanned herself with her hand. “Oh God, I’m starting to sweat.”
“Calm down. We’ll be fine.”
“I need to get out of here!”
“We will. It’s okay. Calm down.”
Rebecca’s breathing increased in tempo. Jim thought she might start to hyperventilate. “Ms. Anderson? Rebecca? Listen to me.” He took her hand in his and stroked it gently. “It’s okay. Take a couple of deep breaths. That’s it. We’ll be out of here before you know it.”
It was a few moments before Rebecca regained control. She sighed deeply. “Thank you. God, what must you think of me? Panicking like a pathetic little girl.”
“It’s understandable if you’re scared of lifts.”
“Why haven’t we started moving yet? I thought you said the back-ups would come on quickly.”
“They should. I don’t know why they haven’t.” Rebecca looked as if she were about to start panicking again so Jim added quickly. “I’ll use the intercom and try to find out what’s happening. Okay?”
She nodded and he pushed the alarm button on the console beside the door. After a few seconds, someone responded. “’llo?”
“About bloody time. What the hell’s going on?”
“Power cut.”
“Well, I guessed that much but why haven’t the back-up generators come on?”
“They’re offline for servicing today. We’re running on emergency batteries. Just enough power for the safety systems. Sod’s Law, really.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Yes. Quite. Look, there’s a young lady in here with me who’s very scared. She doesn’t like enclosed spaces. Is there any way at all you can get us out?”
“Sorry. You’re between floors. If you were closer to an exit, we could have forced the doors, but not where you are now. You’ll just have to wait, I’m afraid.”
“Any idea how long?”
“We’re not sure what’s going on right now. I’ll get back to you when I know more.” The intercom clicked off. Jim jabbed the alarm again but there was no response this time. He turned back to his companion. “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.”
She looked slightly less panicked and took a deep breath before speaking. “Thanks. It was kind of you to do that.”
Jim shook his head. “Not at all.” He paused. “Look, God knows how long we might be here so we may as well sit down.”
“On this floor? You’re joking aren’t you?”
Jim took off his jacket and laid it on the floor. “There you go. That should keep your suit nice and clean.”
Rebecca smiled. Jim shivered. “Thanks,” she said.
She sat and Jim sat next to her. He glanced down her long legs sticking out from her short skirt and covered black nylon. Jim hoped they were stockings rather than tights. But he knew he’d never find out.
Her hands were in her lap and they were trembling. He reached out and covered both of her hands with one of his. Jim had big hands.
“You’re still nervous?”
“Terrified.”
He squeezed her hands. “It’ll be okay.”
She smiled again and nodded. “Yes. I hope so.” She paused and looked him in the eye. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Jim. Jim Matlock.”
“Well, Jim, thanks for being my Knight in Shining Armour. Or should that be Knight in Blue Overalls.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I hope they fix things soon.”
I don’t, thought Jim. I hope we’re stuck here all day. He breathed in through his nose and felt his senses filled with her perfume—a subtle combination of vanilla and jasmine. He closed his eyes and sniffed again. He was glad he’d voted for her. She was the right choice.
They sat in silence, although it was the loudest silence Jim had ever known. He could hear his heart pumping in his chest and the soft whispers of Rebecca trying to control her breathing. The dim emergency light flickered and hummed annoyingly.
“I can’t stand this,” said Rebecca. “I wish they’d sort things out.”
“They will.” He put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her. “I’m sure they will.”
She sighed. “God, I hope so.” After a few seconds, she said, “Talk to me, Jim, this silence is driving me nuts.”
“What about?”
“God, that’s such a man’s response. I don’t know. Anything. Just talk.”
Jim thought for a moment. “I voted for you.”
“Voted for me?”
“The Ladz thing. ‘Local Lovelies’. When I saw you in Ladz the first time around, I thought to myself, ‘Wow, she’s gorgeous.’ I knew you’d win. You had to. The fifty-one other girls didn’t have anything on you.”
She looked up at him. “Not what I was expecting you talk about, but thanks.” She paused. “Is that all you thought when you saw the first shoot?”
Jim coughed. “Well… It wouldn’t be right to tell you what else I thought.”
Rebecca giggled. “It’s okay. I can guess. All you men are the same. The guys at work were the same. What did you think of the second shoot?”
“Even better than the first. I mean… Wow.”
The intercom crackled and a tinny voice said, “Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”
Jim jumped to his feet and dashed over to the panel. “Hello? I can hear you. Any news? Are you going to get us out of here soon?”
After a few seconds of static the tinny voice said, “I’ve just spoken with the electric company, and they say the power’s out.”
“Really? I’d never have guessed. How long before they fix it?”
“It’s a bad one apparently. The whole of the area has basically shut down. They’re not saying anything, but there’s a rumour going around that someone blew up the substation.”
“You mean… terrorists?”
“Could be. Like I said, it’s a rumour. It might not be true. Probably not actually, you know how these things get started. Probably some idiot tweeting before thinking.”
“That’s very reassuring.”
“Anyway, the electric people say it could be two hours, could be four. They’re pretty rubbish actually. Most people have decided to go home for the day.”
“Great. I’d love to go home—just get us out of this damn lift and we can.”
“Wish I could help you, but I’m afraid you’re stuck there for now. I’ll get back to you if I have any more news.” The intercom clicked off.
Jim cursed under his breath as he sat back down. “This is fucking ridiculous—sorry. My language is terrible.”
Rebecca grinned. “It’s okay. Actually, I’m impressed you managed to keep your cool. I’d have been a lot less polite.”
Jim smiled and wiped his brow. “Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?”
“It’s hot,” said Rebecca. “It’s been getting hotter since we stopped.”
“Yeah, of course. The power cut would have killed the air conditioning too.” He tipped his head back, restuing it against the mirrored wall and exhaled in a long sigh. Rebecca’s breathing was still shallow and quicker than normal. Jim put his hand back on hers and rolled his head to look at her. She smiled, and he could see in her eyes that she was thankful she wasn’t trapped in the lift alone.
Chapter 2
Time had slowed to a crawl and Rebecca chatted almost constantly. Inane chatter. Meandering from one random topic to the next. Jim let her speak—she seemed calmer when she spoke.
“Do you want know why I’m so scared of lifts?”
Jim nodded. “Sure.”
“It’s silly really but I got trapped in one once when I was very little. I must have only been five or six—I can’t remember exactly. I just remember panicking and being absolutely terrified. I was on my own, you see. We were in a shopping centre and while my mum was looking at some clothes, I wandered off. I ended up in a lift and reached up to press the buttons but must have pressed the wrong one. I managed to set off the alarm and the lift stopped between floors. It was one of those glass lifts. You know the ones I mean? Not that it helped. I could see mum, but I couldn’t get to her. It was horrible.”
Jim stared at her for a second and then said, “I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.” She smirked. “I can’t believe I just told you that. I don’t even know you. I talk too much when I’m nervous.”
“If you don’t mind me saying, you seemed nervous even before the lift stopped.”
“Yeah, I was. I’ve got an important meeting. Or, at least, I did have. I bet the partners have all gone home by now.” She huffed. “There I go again. Telling you stuff. Do you have a gag in that toolbox? You could use it to shut me up. I wish they’d hurry up and fix this damned thing.”
Her breathing returned to something approaching normal, but she was still sweating. So was Jim. It was a hot day and with no air conditioning in the small metal box, the heat was intense.
“I’m sorry for going on so much,” she said. “But if I’m talking then I’m not thinking about the mess we’re in. How long has it been now?”
Jim looked at his watch. “Only forty minutes. We could be here for another three hours.”
“Do you have anything to drink? I’m parched.”
“I’ve got some water.” He crawled across the floor and opened his toolbox to retrieve a large bottle of mineral water.
“What’s that?” She pointed to the open box.
“What?” he replied, even though he knew exactly what she was pointing at.
“Don’t say ‘What?’ like that. You know what I mean. That’s the new issue of Ladz, isn’t it? The one with my second shoot in.”
Jim nodded and felt his cheeks flush.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed. Come on, pass it over. I haven’t had a good look at the magazine. I’ve only seen the pictures when they were e-mailed to me last week.”
He handed her the magazine and she flicked through it while he opened the water bottle. She took the bottle from him too and had a few large gulps from it as she rifled through the pages. She handed the bottle back to him when she’d found her photo spread.
“I do look good, don’t I?”
Jim nodded.
“Do you know how long I was in make-up for? Nearly two hours. I went in for half an hour before each change of outfit. There wasn’t even anything wrong. I could have just been touched up but they wanted to keep changing the look so all the make-up had to come off and go back on.”
He nodded and drank some water. I wouldn’t mind touching you up, he thought.
“I do like this one. I think it’s my favourite. It makes me look really slim.”
“It’s nice,” said Jim.
“Which one’s your favourite?”
“Here—” He took the magazine from her. “I’ll show you.” He turned two pages until he found a photo of her wearing just black knickers, stockings and high heels. She was kneeling on an armchair with her backside prominent. She was also looking back at the camera and winking.
She raised her eyebrows at him. “That one’s a bit…”
“A bit what?”
“Well, a bit too porno, don’t you think?”
He shook his head. “No. I like it. I don’t think it’s porno at all.”
“What do like about that?”
“Well…” He blushed again.
“Come on, tell me.”
He sighed. “Oh, okay. You look… I don’t know. Like you’re waiting for someone. Waiting for me.”
She stared at him, stony-faced, for a full ten seconds. He thought he must have gone too far but then she grinned and started to laugh. “See? Told you—it’s a bit too porno. Actually, the photographer told me to imagine I was waiting for a lover. Funny, huh?”
“Yeah. Guess he was right.”
“Guess so.” She paused. “It is getting really hot in here. I don’t think I can take it much more.”
“I know. I’m starting to sweat buckets. You want some more water? Or do you think we should pace ourselves? We don’t know how long we’re going to be here.”
“Pace ourselves. But could I be cheeky and ask if you’ve got any food in your bag? I’m famished.”
“You can share the sandwiches I was going to have for lunch if you want. And I’ve got a couple of packets of crisps. I might even share my Mars Bar with you.”
“That would be kind. Thanks.”
He ferreted in his toolbox until he found his lunch and by the time he’d sat back down, Rebecca had taken off her jacket, thrown it in the corner and was unbuttoning her blouse.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m hot. I can’t leave my jacket on—it’s too warm. And I’m starting to sweat, which will ruin this blouse. It’s silk, you know.”
“But you can’t just strip off. I mean… You can’t.”
“I don’t see why not. We’re not in public and we’re not likely to be for ages. And it’s not like you haven’t seen what I’ve got before, because you have.” She nodded towards the magazine on the floor.
“Yeah but, this is different, isn’t it?”
She shrugged. “Not to me. Look, if you’re uncomfortable with my being naked, just take off your T-shirt. That’s what some of the guys on the shoot do. They claim it makes them feel more comfortable, but I reckon they just like showing off their abs.”
He stuttered and struggled to come up with a reply. In the end, he shrugged and pulled his T-shirt over his head. She took off her blouse and threw it on top of her jacket in the corner. She glanced at his naked torso and purred. Unless Jim was very much mistaken, she liked what she saw. He kept himself in good shape—or at least he tried his best to—and he was pretty proud of his own abs.
He opened his lunchbox and took out a foil package which he unwrapped and offered one of the small baguettes and to Rebecca.
“What’s on it?” she asked.
“Ham, eggs, lettuce, tomato, cucumber, spring onions and mayo. Just my usual.”
“Usual? I didn’t know you could cram so much onto a sandwich.” She held up one of eight-inch long baguettes and regarded it with a sceptical eye. She even prised it open and peered inside. Her eyes widened. “My God, it’s huge. I’ll never fit that in my mouth.”
“I dunno,” said Jim. “I’ll bet you’ve had bigger things in your mouth than that.” The look on her face told him he had gone too far this time. Or it did, until she started laughing.
“You’re probably right. But a lady never tells.”
“And are you a lady?”
“Most of the time. But, sometimes, it’s fun not to be.” The glint in her eyes was the same one that made Jim vote for her in the magazine’s contest. The glint that said she enjoyed getting naughty. Her smile was equally wicked. He was aware that he was staring, but couldn’t stop himself. She opened her mouth and brought the sandwich up to her lips. She never took her eyes from his as she stretched her mouth around the thick roll. A spot of mayonnaise dribbled out the side of the sandwich. She raised her eyebrows at him and winked as she licked the mayo from her lips with the tip of her tongue.
He kept stealing glances at her while she ate. He watched her mouth as she chewed and glanced at her boobs in their plain white satin bra. She was perfect—or at least he thought she was. He admired her taut, toned tummy that, like the rest of her skin, had a rich golden tan. He looked along her long legs that seemed to go on forever.
Even though Jim had half of his sandwich left, Rebecca had finished hers. He realised this was because he’d been looking at her instead of eating. Funnily enough, he wasn’t very hungry.
She drank from the water bottle and then wiped her mouth with a tissue from her jacket pocket. “It looks to me like you’re enjoying sitting next to me while I’m half-naked.” She nodded downwards.
Jim followed her gaze and was surprised by the bulge that had formed in his trousers. He’d been so busy looking at her that he hadn’t realised it had given him an erection and he was suddenly aware of just how uncomfortable his crotch was. He fidgeted, shifting his bottom on the floor and trying to rearrange his cock. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to offend.”
She grinned and said, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m not offended. Not at all. Actually, I’d be more offended if I’d had no effect on you at all.” She winked.
Jim thought it was best to change the subject. “I guess you’ll miss your meeting now.”
“Guess so.”
“Was it very important?”
She shrugged. “I was meeting the partners.”
“The partners?”
She nodded. “They were going to sack me.”
“Sack you? Why?”
“It’s been on the cards for a while—ever since I did that first shoot. I tell you, the look on Old Man Jones’s face when he saw those photos, it was comical. You could tell he didn’t like that it was one of his employees, but there was a lump in his expensive tailored trousers all the same.” She chuckled and shook her head. “I was going to resign a couple of months ago. But, when I looked at my contract to see how much notice I needed to give, I realised that I wasn’t actually breaching the terms of my employment, so if they wanted to sack me, they would have to stump up a pretty decent severance package.”
“Isn’t it a risk, though? I can’t see any other law firms taking you on if you’ve been sacked from this one.”
“Maybe not for a long time. But, in the meantime, I can earn a living modelling. I’ve been swamped with offers the past couple of weeks. Some of them want to pay me what I was earning here in a month for just one shoot.”
Jim raised his eyebrows. “That good, huh?”
She nodded. “That good. And I get to fly to all sorts of cool locations. I’ve lined up a shoot in the Bahamas next week.” Her eyes flicked down to Jim’s crotch again. “It hasn’t gone down, has it? It must be really uncomfortable. It’s such a shame we aren’t totally alone with no prospect of interruption, or else we could make good use of it.”
“What?”
“Oh, wait. We are totally alone with no prospect of interruption.” She leaned closer to him and covered the lump in his pants with her hand. She whispered in his ear, “Ever wanted to fuck a total stranger?”
“What?”
“I said, have you ever...” She rubbed his cock through his trousers. “Wanted...” She bought her lips up close to his ear and whispered, “To fuck me?”
Jim gulped. “I… I’ve never really thought about it.”
“Don’t lie. I bet you’ve thinking about it this whole time” She fumbled to unzip his fly and slipped her hand inside. “I bet that, ever since you stepped into this lift, you’ve been thinking about sliding this cock between my thighs. I can tell from the way you’ve been looking at me. I bet you’ve had dreams of fucking me ever since you first saw me in that magazine.”
Jim jumped as she squeezed his cock before pulling it into the open. “Rebecca. What? You can’t. We can’t”
“Shush. Just let me play. Okay? I wonder what it tastes like.” She bent down and took his cock in her mouth. He gasped as her warm wet mouth surrounded his cock. She sucked him and wanked him. His whole body was tense. When he’d bought Ladz first thing that morning, he certainly hadn’t expected the centrefold to be sucking his cock by lunch-time.
As suddenly as she had started, she stopped. She sat up and kissed him forcefully, then lay back, hitched her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties to the side to reveal her pussy, already glistening with moisture. “Your turn,” she said. “Turnabout is fair play.”
Without thinking, he descended towards her pussy, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal. He licked from bottom to top, brushed her clit with his tongue, making her squirm, and then dipped back down to force his tongue inside her. While he tongue-fucked her, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and it wasn’t long before she was panting heavily and rolling her hips against his mouth. She held his head against her, arched her back off the floor and moaned long and low, before pushing him away. She lifted her head and commanded, “Fuck me, Jim. Right now! Give me all you’ve got.”
He unbuckled his belt, pushed his trousers and shorts down to his knees then positioned himself between her legs, which she wrapped around his waist and used to pull him towards her. He sucked one of her erect nipples into his mouth while she guided his cock home.
The intercom buzzed into life and a now familiar voice issued from it. “Hallo? You still awake in there?”
“Shit!” said Jim. “Not now. Why now?”
“Ignore him. Ignore him and fuck me,” Rebecca whispered.
The intercom crackled again. “The electricity company say they’ve managed to fix things a lot quicker than they expected. We should get power back anytime now.”
Jim looked into Rebecca’s eyes as she frowned and swore under her breath. He shrugged and they quickly disentangled themselves.
“Damn,” he said. “Just when I was hoping we were going to be trapped for another couple of hours.”
“Me too.” She giggled. “Guess we should get dressed, huh?”
“Yeah, guess so.”
They threw their clothes back on as quickly as they could as the main lights flickered into life and, with a wrench, the lift started moving again. But it was going down, not up.
“What the hell’s going on?” She asked.
“Dunno.”
They were taken all the way back down to the ground floor, where the lift doors slid open. The usually busy foyer was deserted apart from a lady behind the reception desk and a man in a grey jumpsuit waiting for by the lift. “Hi, I’m Bob. The guy on the intercom.”
“Why has the lift brought us down?” asked Jim. “We were going up. I have a job to do on forty.”
“The control system reset. The cars all return to the ground floor when that happens. It doesn’t matter though. I told you earlier—everyone in the building has gone home for the day. Anyway, I just wanted to check you were both okay. And you are.” He nodded towards them and left.
“Well,” said Rebecca, “I guess I’ll just have to get fired tomorrow. What about you?”
“I have to call the office. I might not be able to do this job, but they’ll have something else for me.”
“Oh.” She sounded disappointed.
He frowned. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “I just assumed you’d be free for the afternoon too. Never mind.” She retrieved a pen from her briefcase. “Here, hand over the magazine.”
He gave her his copy of Ladz and watched as she wrote a message on the centre pages and signed it with a flourish. She handed the magazine and put the pen in her bag. “It was nice to meet you, Jim. Perhaps I’ll see you around sometime.” She winked and then strolled towards the exit.
He watched her leave the building and hail a taxi. Only after the taxi pulled away with her inside did he read her message.
Langdon’s Restaurant. Corner of St. Peter’s Road and Queen’s Street. 8pm. Don’t be late. Bring a toothbrush. xxx Rebecca.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
On his twitter page, Marc Nobbs describes himself as “Author of erotic romance, Blogger, Accounts Manager, Husband, Dad. But not in that order.”
He started writing as hobby just after leaving university in 1998, and in 2005 his first short story was published by the subscription website Ruthie’s Club. Phaze published his first novel, Charlotte’s Secret, in 2008. Eternally & Evermore was his forth Phaze novel.
Originally from Wolverhampton in The Black County, Marc now lives in the Northamptonshire countryside just a stone’s throw from where Princess Diana is buried and the Gunpowder Plot was plotted. It’s far cry from his inner-city roots, but that’s what an education does for you. He studied at the University of Aberystwyth and the University of Swansea.
When he’s not writing, blogging, counting other people’s money or being a loving husband and father, Marc enjoys the peace and quiet of his allotment garden, where he grows all types of quite magnificent fruit and vegetables.