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see-through balloon was a mass of scarlet, black and silver streamers and glittery stars. Right at the bottom of the box was a boxed chocolate heart that read – Trust me, Sofa Girl .
    As gestures went his was pretty awe-inspiring. Especially as New Year was a holiday. A custom made balloon with no notice would take persuasion.
    Ailsa still kept her cool, and summoned Kirsty’s mantras. She wasn’t about to feel intimidated by his suave seduction techniques or his wealth.
    “So you’re suggesting eight,” she said without a hint of excitement.
    “Indeed. My, you’re a hard woman to impress,” he answered softly. “Or a cool customer.”
    “I’ve checked my diary. Consulted my agent. Crossed out a few dates and since you’re so pushy I’m giving in but one wrong move and I’ll be home in a cab before you can say ‘waste of mascara and take me to the nearest cocktail bar’.” She tried not to smile. “And I mean that. So don’t test me.”
    There was more chance of Ailsa settling in for a night solo with the TV remote than a cocktail bar but he didn’t have to know that.
    Nick’s voice was a sexy rumble. “I’ll make you a Nick Palmer special Cosmopolitan myself. The place we’re going is rather well equipped and very private. It can provide anything you’d care to dream of. Sound like a fair deal?”
    “Sounds okay. Though I think I’d prefer sex on the beach,” she added just to be ultra provocative.
    “Maybe not in Scotland at this time of year. But who knows what we could work on for some other time.”
    He was enticing her more with every sentence. And making her toes curl to know more.
    Where were they going? She itched to ask. But wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of acting so easy to please.
    The very thought of personally serviced cocktails from a shirtless waiter styled Nick verged on a sizzle fest in itself but she wasn’t about to admit it. She looked down at herself then sighed.
    Who was she kidding with the vamp tactics? He probably still thought she was racy by nature. In reality when the phone rang she’d been making omelettes in giant mice slippers and flamingo pink thermal pyjamas (not such a good look under scrutiny).
    Nick told her he’d send round a cab later but she refused. She told him she wanted to meet him at the venue. After a few tries to evade her demands he gave in. “Meet me in the lobby of Chez Angelle .”.
    She hung up realising all the time they’d talked she’d managed to sound restrained, cool, aloof. And Chez Angelle was the amazing boutique select hotel and eaterie of choice. Dignitaries and hot celebs visiting Edinburgh always insisted on staying there. Wow, Nick did have contacts.
    And he knew how to use them.
    He was shaping up as the perfect Seduction Victim of choice.
    ***
    It was only when Ailsa opened the doors to her wardrobe that she was in for a let down in her fantasy version of what the evening ahead would hold. She wished she’d thought about clothes a little earlier. Her wardrobe was seriously lacking in ‘va va voom’ and all the stores in the city were shut.
    Bad timing alert.
    Sensible black and navy appeared in abundance. Classic cut shirts showed themselves in plentiful supply. Skirts were knee or calf length, trousers sensible kick flare. No hot rock chick glam. No micro minis. Not a snakeskin jacket and trousers to be seen. She must go out and shop more adventurously in future. She went to Lisa’s room and was gratified to find that Andy wasn’t there.
    “Lisa, I need help. I have a date with Nick tonight and I’ve nothing to wear.”
    Lisa looked instantly interested. “I guess last night didn’t work out? At first I thought you two were upstairs together for private time. Then I realised you were solo. What happened?”
    “He had to leave. But he’s asked me to go on a date tonight instead. I should’ve said no but I’ve given him a final chance. Crazy huh?”
    Lisa waggled her eyebrows. “Most women would give a