Guildhall Guardian: Thamesian #1 (Thamesians) Read Online Free
Author: Aidan Ladsow
to leave this boring town is at two fifty''
''What on Earth happened to you, Brand? The train?''
"It's barely more than one hour commute to London. 1st class of course, I like it."
Roydon's laughter echoed in the empty dining room.
*
It could have been a very uneventful day at work. It had started with an agonizing amount of office papers and non-stop calls from distressed citizens. Followed by a mediocre lunch of tuna and lettuce.
Just after three o'clock, while I was trying to reorganize my desk very carefully to create a make-believe working environment, came the mail.
A note, an actual note was delivered to me and as the mailman said "For Gioia Di Terzi'' I attracted curious glances. It was the first time since I worked here there was something for me. I was childishly excited about it.
And when I opened the envelope my heart thumped forth against my ribs, as if it were ready to burst. No way.
Dear Ms. Di Terzi,
Will I have the pleasure of your company tonight? Expect me to pick you up at eight.
Sincerely yours,
R.Thamesian
Nice rhetorical question. So he had no doubts that I would answer yes. Of course no woman in her right mind would blow him off but still...
A panicked buzz invaded my head. I would have to run back home immediately after five, wash my hair, scrub my face and decide what clothes to wear. I did not have any decent shoes to begin with, only sneakers and flats already worn out by too much walking. Shops. At least two of them were on my way back to St-John's Road. Black pumps would go with everything.
One invitation and he had me overthinking it. Maybe I should just do casual.
Roydon Thamesian was anything but casual.
Broad-shouldered, voice electric, razor-sharp features, refined and uncasual.
Nothing that qualified for a laid-back date.
*
And here she was, dressed in a black jumper, a light jacket and grey jeans. Her blond her was down, tumbling in thick, blond locks and curls. He wanted to see it tousled.
Right after Brand's departure Roydon had surrendered to the irresistible draw and send her a note. He had shut out the gallery and organized a private exhibition just for Gioia.
He wanted her by his side to closure the day. She liked art, was an Art Graduate he had a whole gallery to place at her disposal, convenient right?
*
Right on cue after I had air-dried my hair and finished to apply the eyeliner, his car was at the door. Okay, I just had to remain focused, cool-headed and not jump to conclusions.
Seeing him for the second time left me short of breath.
Oh crap, he wore a navy blue blazer over a V-neck tee-shirt, and smiled quite nonchalantly as I approached the car. This man could be a fucking model, even if his features were demesurately sharp, he had one of this faces you see only get a glimpse of in the first row of fashion shows. I tried to smoothe my hair and smiled at him like a fangirl.
I had to get a grip!
"Did you have a busy day?'' he asked.
"Super boring. Thanks for the letter it made my afternoon. And you?''
"Catching up with my brother. The usual family humdrum."
I could not picture him with a brother. Roydon Thamesian appeared too one of a kind to have relatives, as if he had popped alone on the surface of the Earth.
"Where are we going?" My curiosity finally outbursting. I had told Mrs. Pickle, my landlady I was going out in town with a friend. No one would know for sure where I could possibly be. It should've freaked me, it thrilled me.
"Somewhere I thought you would enjoy, being the artistic scoundrel that you are."
"Say it again" I said.
"What?"
"Scoundrel, I like the way it sounds."
Roydon smiled briefly.
"So you're also a vocabularian rogue."
I beamed with delight.
"Why can't people speak like that all the time?"
"I fear you might be five or six centuries late for that. Welcome to the United Kingdom of ASAP. Hail 2014."
"You're old fashioned then not. How do you do this?"
I felt the air between us
''What on Earth happened to you, Brand? The train?''
"It's barely more than one hour commute to London. 1st class of course, I like it."
Roydon's laughter echoed in the empty dining room.
*
It could have been a very uneventful day at work. It had started with an agonizing amount of office papers and non-stop calls from distressed citizens. Followed by a mediocre lunch of tuna and lettuce.
Just after three o'clock, while I was trying to reorganize my desk very carefully to create a make-believe working environment, came the mail.
A note, an actual note was delivered to me and as the mailman said "For Gioia Di Terzi'' I attracted curious glances. It was the first time since I worked here there was something for me. I was childishly excited about it.
And when I opened the envelope my heart thumped forth against my ribs, as if it were ready to burst. No way.
Dear Ms. Di Terzi,
Will I have the pleasure of your company tonight? Expect me to pick you up at eight.
Sincerely yours,
R.Thamesian
Nice rhetorical question. So he had no doubts that I would answer yes. Of course no woman in her right mind would blow him off but still...
A panicked buzz invaded my head. I would have to run back home immediately after five, wash my hair, scrub my face and decide what clothes to wear. I did not have any decent shoes to begin with, only sneakers and flats already worn out by too much walking. Shops. At least two of them were on my way back to St-John's Road. Black pumps would go with everything.
One invitation and he had me overthinking it. Maybe I should just do casual.
Roydon Thamesian was anything but casual.
Broad-shouldered, voice electric, razor-sharp features, refined and uncasual.
Nothing that qualified for a laid-back date.
*
And here she was, dressed in a black jumper, a light jacket and grey jeans. Her blond her was down, tumbling in thick, blond locks and curls. He wanted to see it tousled.
Right after Brand's departure Roydon had surrendered to the irresistible draw and send her a note. He had shut out the gallery and organized a private exhibition just for Gioia.
He wanted her by his side to closure the day. She liked art, was an Art Graduate he had a whole gallery to place at her disposal, convenient right?
*
Right on cue after I had air-dried my hair and finished to apply the eyeliner, his car was at the door. Okay, I just had to remain focused, cool-headed and not jump to conclusions.
Seeing him for the second time left me short of breath.
Oh crap, he wore a navy blue blazer over a V-neck tee-shirt, and smiled quite nonchalantly as I approached the car. This man could be a fucking model, even if his features were demesurately sharp, he had one of this faces you see only get a glimpse of in the first row of fashion shows. I tried to smoothe my hair and smiled at him like a fangirl.
I had to get a grip!
"Did you have a busy day?'' he asked.
"Super boring. Thanks for the letter it made my afternoon. And you?''
"Catching up with my brother. The usual family humdrum."
I could not picture him with a brother. Roydon Thamesian appeared too one of a kind to have relatives, as if he had popped alone on the surface of the Earth.
"Where are we going?" My curiosity finally outbursting. I had told Mrs. Pickle, my landlady I was going out in town with a friend. No one would know for sure where I could possibly be. It should've freaked me, it thrilled me.
"Somewhere I thought you would enjoy, being the artistic scoundrel that you are."
"Say it again" I said.
"What?"
"Scoundrel, I like the way it sounds."
Roydon smiled briefly.
"So you're also a vocabularian rogue."
I beamed with delight.
"Why can't people speak like that all the time?"
"I fear you might be five or six centuries late for that. Welcome to the United Kingdom of ASAP. Hail 2014."
"You're old fashioned then not. How do you do this?"
I felt the air between us
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