Those Angstrom Men!. by Edwina J White Read Free Book Online

room, listening to a very personal conversation…
    “Perhaps you could just force Ian to help me pot three thousand dahlia seedlings, Maggie. He hates to do that...”
    Suddenly all three of them were laughing.
    “Eh, you two have some talking to do. See you at dinner on Sunday, Maggie. I know my wife Mavis is going to love you...” Brian Angstrom walked toward the door.
    Neither Maggie nor Ian noticed he didn’t leave, that he stood by the door, hand on the doorknob, fascinated.
    Maggie sat back down behind her desk. Ian sat in the leather chair the other side and stared earnestly at her.
    “Do you forgive me, Maggie mine?”
    “I might, if you feed me enough chocolate covered strawberries...”
    “I can do that, darling.”
    “I suppose I can understand what happened. That Most Eligible Bachelor list thing is always very popular with magazines...”
    “Listen, you have no idea. I had women I’ve never heard of sending me lilac scented letters, and more...”
    “More?”
    “More...some of them sent lace underwear, thongs, bras, pictures of themselves au natural...”
    “Oh...that’s a bit much...”
    “Whenever I went out, somebody would approach me, offering me all sorts of...eh...sexual delights....Women I’d never met would proposition me...I started to very publicly take out the models and actresses hoping to stop all that. Those girls were out for the publicity I could bring them. At least they were honest about their motives.”
    “I think I did see a red head throw herself at you at the airport in Greece,” Maggie remembered.
    “I was lucky there was only one that day. I started telling anyone who approached me my name was Armstrong and that I was married with three children. I got a picture of my cousin’s three boys and carry it in my wallet, and whip it out if a woman gets too persistent.”
    Maggie roared with laughter.
    “And I tell them I wish I had that Angstrom fellow’s money because it’s hard raising three kids on my salary.”
    Maggie stopped laughing. “I can see that all the attention could be very disruptive to your life, and put a spoke in any real relationship...”
    “That’s an understatement, baby.”
    She smiled, “And the girls at Angstrom and Associates and here at the magazine do speculate about you a lot, and say that you could put your shoes under their beds any time you like...”
    “The only bed my shoes go under is the bed you’re sleeping in, Maggie mine.”
    “I suppose I could forgive you, now that you’ve explained it so clearly, and your father asked so nicely.”
    “Thank you.”
    “You are most welcome. You’re lucky I’m a very forgiving woman,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with love.
    “You’re also the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, Maggie mine, if you’ll have me.”
    “You’d better say yes, young lady, or I will have to give you the sack!” laughed her future father-in-law from the doorway.
    “I know, you want me to leave,” he smiled as he shut the door behind him.
    Maggie and Ian resumed kissing.
    Ian left her office a few minutes later. Five minutes after that, she slipped out. He was waiting outside in a taxi. They went straight to his penthouse, and didn’t emerge until morning.
    Friday lunch break Ian took Maggie shopping.
    Friday evening they drank Cristal and he fed her a dozen chocolate covered strawberries, one by one.
    He loved the way she sucked the chocolate off his fingers.
    She loved the way she sucked the chocolate off his fingers.
    Saturday they didn’t bother to get out of bed, except to wander into his kitchen and make some food. Finger food, that they could feed each other back in bed.
    Sunday, they went to Ian’s parents for dinner. Maggie wore the black wool dress that Ian loved so much.
    Brian Angstrom had been quite correct.
    Mavis loved her.
    David immediately told her that if she got tired of Ian, he’d love to take his older brother’s place.  Everybody laughed.
    By the time