who was in here not five minutes ago?”
Bella sighed. “Paul McCartney.”
Julia pushed her. “Stop being facetious.”
Bella sat down. “Owen?”
Julia nodded. “He left you this.”
Triumphantly, Julia handed Bella the business card.
Bella took it from her and turned it over.
She looked at it for a few long seconds.
“Well, he needn’t have bothered because I am not meeting him again.”
Julia sighed, “What do you mean you are not meeting him again. Are you mad?”
“I just don’t want to do it.”
“He is gorgeous, he is obviously rich judging by the business card and you are not going to meet him again? Why? Go on, one good reason why?”
“Because…”
“If you are going to start spouting all that guilty feeling like a slut shit, I am going to start losing my temper. He is gorgeous, Bella. He is a hundred zillion times better than Gerard and you stuck it out with that dick for years. I don’t understand you at all.”
Bella suddenly felt herself explode, “I don’t want to see him again Julia and that’s that. If you didn’t keep pressurizing me I might feel different. As for Gerard being a dick, you could have told me all those years ago and saved me the heartache.”
Storming to the bin that sat at the side of the counter, Bella lifted the lid off and threw the business card in before slamming the lid back down. “I don’t want to hear another word about Owen or his business card or his hotel plans.”
Bella stormed out of the shop and slammed the door behind her.
Julia stood stunned for a moment before lifting the lid on the bed she reached inside and pulled out the business card and put it in her shirt pocket.
****
Once back at the office, Owen rang the Lotus Hotel and hoped and prayed that they had a room.
They did and this time he didn’t book the penthouse suite.
He wanted something nice but nothing too flashy.
He didn’t know what Bella liked and according to Penelope some women didn’t like flash.
Twice he went to ring the florist he always used for business conventions and twice he put the phone down.
He decided against the flowers in the end and rang the hotel back and asked them if it would be possible for them to keep the spa open with its staff if he paid them handsomely. Of course, it wasn’t a problem and as Owen put the phone down, he smiled to himself.
He had this in the bag; he could feel it in his bones.
That afternoon, once he had made all the relevant plans in place Owen found that he could concentrate again and only a particularly nasty email from Priscilla had threatened to spoil his upbeat mood.
Instead, he forced himself to allow it.
He just pressed the delete button and it disappeared right before his eyes.
As far as he was concerned Priscilla had been deleted and now he could look forward to having fun for the first time in ages.
****
That evening, things were really cool in Julia’s apartment.
Neither she nor Bella had spoken since the incident at the coffee shop.
Whenever Julia asked Bella a question, she just got a yes or no answer, so in the end she’d given up and gone to bed to read Fifty Shades of Grey for the third time.
Bella decided to go to bed too when she realized that she was sitting alone and she wasn’t even watching the TV; she was just staring at it.
Slipping off her clothes she pulled on her pajamas and applied some night cream before getting in bed and switching out the light.
But again, sleep eluded her.
She now felt guilty about shouting at Julia.
Maybe Julia was right, maybe it was time for Bella to shed off her old skin and just go for it.
Have fun and also Julia had of course been right about Owen.
He was gorgeous.
Many moons ago, she would never have dreamt of someone so gorgeous being interested in little old boring Bella.
Bella thought back to Julia’s comments on Gerard.
Had he really been such a dick?
Despite herself, Bella found herself laughing as she