Crawling Into Bed With Ella Grey
And a Good Book
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton, I've owned silk sheets before and I could never lay still in between them.
What are you wearing?
A pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt with a dragon on it. I don't do sexy but I definitely do comfortable.
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Chocolate biscuits and coffee.
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Knickers, socks and tights. On top is slightly more interesting, I have a copy of Mr.Silly, which I've been reading to my son. Underneath is papers, notepads and pens because you never know when a good story idea will hit you over the head and demand your attention.
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I roll up like a burrito, which annoys the boyfriend no end.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Unless you want to be smacked, but who knows, you might like that ;)
What are we reading?
The Schoolteacher and the Dom. It plays on the conventions of a dom/sub relationship but I'm looking forward to the sequel, when Alex puts Nola in her place and she loves it.
Nobody likes being alone on Christmas, which was the only reason Nola Pryce was on a date with tall, dark, and dull. It had been a moment of weakness that made her say yes. Looking at him across the table made her wish she’d said no.She’d stopped listening to the conversation about ten minutes ago. Now she was just randomly nodding and taking sips from her cup.
Her attention wandered to checking out the bar that they’d decided to meet at. She liked it even if it was obvious that Tim didn’t judging by the way he wrinkled his nose as he’d walked in. It had a homely feel to it. The customers chatted with the staff, which created a low-key but friendly atmosphere. Her attention drifted to the framed newspapers on the wall. There was a history here that she liked.It was the only good thing about the date. At least it’s an early evening dinner date. There wasn’t going to be that awkward moment at the end of the night when she didn’t invite him up for coffee. There was no way in the hell this would be turning into one date of many.He’d been talking about himself for nearly an hour, his latest subject being a business trip to Japan. Somehow he’d even managed to make that sound boring.“I just need to go to the ladies’. I’ll be right back.”
Nola got to her feet, collecting her bag. She needed to fake an emergency or something. If she sat through anymore of this bullshit, she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions.She noticed the guy looking at her from the bar as she went in search of the ladies’ room and smiled at him. When she finished up in the restroom, she headed back to the bar. A plan had already begun to form in her head. “I need a favour.”
The man’s eyes widen at her forwardness. He put down the burger he’d been eating and used a napkin to clean sauce from his lips. “And what would that be?” he asked as soon as his mouth was empty. He was smartly dressed in a suit which had an impeccable cut but he looked much more relaxed than stuffy Tim. At that moment he looked like he was trying hard not to smile.
“I need you to call my phone in about five minutes.”
He looked around her, checking out Tim. He didn’t look unimpressed. “Trying to get out of a bad date?”
“You’ll be saving a person’s life.”
He looked a little surprised, “Yours?”
“No, his. I might actually have to kill him. Somebody that boring shouldn’t be allowed to live. I’d be doing the world a favour.”
He looked back at her solemnly but his eyes twinkled with supressed laughter. “I’ll call it. I wouldn’t want you to get yourself arrested.”
Nola leant on the bar and ordered another cup of tea from the waitress and placed her card in front of her.
“What’s your name?” he asked.He really didn’t need to know that but the smile intrigued her.
“It’s Nola Pryce. Yours?”
“Alex Winchester.”She touched his arm. “Thank you, Alex. I owe you.”The intriguing smile set her heart racing. Now if Alex had been her date, she wouldn’t be looking for the nearest exit.
"It’s my pleasure, Nola.”
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