It’s years since I baked, but there’s something about their sheer enthusiasm that pushes me over the edge. ‘Would warm buttered scones and strawberry jam work for you? And a nice pot of Yorkshire Gold?’ Even I should be able to manage that. ‘I’ll work my alchemy here while you do yours next door.’
Kit’s eyebrows shoot up. ‘Making wedding rings is science, Florence, not alchemy. There’s a big difference.’
It strikes me he might need to chill. Hang more loosely. Ditch the trouser creases and get that tight, gorgeous ass of his into a pair of ripped, bleached jeans.
And in case anyone saw that shudder, it was definitely a shiver due to the cold draughts seeping through the cracks in the hut, not a flutter where there shouldn’t be one due to that last unwelcome image in my head. I jump again as I hear my phone ping. It’s from Kit.
I owe you for this, big time. Name your price.
I blank out the vision of him lying on my bed as fast as it flashes in. My sex drive left the building years ago when I lost my ovaries, so that’s a doubly crazy thing to imagine. Yet another reason from the very long list of why dating for me is firmly off the table. When you’ve had surgery in the places that I have, in the unlikely event you did feel the urge, the practicalities were problematic too. If I wrote on my Tinder profile,Sex can be excruciatingly painful, I prefer to avoid it,I’d get swipe left every time.
I dip into the kitchen and hide behind the outsize double fridge so no one sees me tapping the reply.
You haven’t tasted the scones yet.
There’s another ping.
I’m sure they’ll be delicious.
Which is more than I am.
FFS Mr Ashton, stop texting me and deal with your clients!
Another ping I didn’t want to hear.
If this is you being assertive and professional I’m impressed. Or are you St Aidan’s secret dominatrix?
There’s no easy answer to that, so I change the subject.
My prices are astronomical, don’t forget.
Yet another ping.
Amery says please can we have sultana scones. I’ll go with that too.
I’m rolling my eyes.
YOU want a cream tea?
How else am I going to know if the baking is worth the extortion?
WTAF?This man is too much.
Get back to me tomorrow if it all goes well. Shadow and I are off to buy clotted cream.
Thanks! That last thought will see me through what could be a very stressful day.
Damn. I did not think that one through!
Don’t worry, Floss, you’re going to nail this x
I can’t be the only one whohasto have the last word in a text exchange?
Back at ya x
As for those peskyx’s, how did they come into this? And why did I follow suit?
But there’s no time to worry about that now! I need to get on Google and find some scone recipes!
