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world.... purse, mobile, lipstick and perfume.
     
    I am meeting Marco the event guy in the lobby somewhere. As I walk out of the lift the background music in the lobby is playing subtly in the background. I walk up to reception and ask if Marco is here for me. They indicate that he is sat by the window.
     
    ‘Thank you’ I respond to the kind receptionist that honest to god belongs on a catwalk. She looks stunning. Why can’t I ever look that pristine? Why do some women always looks so bloody flawless?
     
    I feel a set of eyes on me again and as I turn I can see my encounter from last night is sat in a chair with his newspaper bent so he can brazenly stare right at me. Why oh why oh why! In a vain attempt to not look bothered by him looking at me, I decide to give him a short nod of recognition and small smile. I really hope that I am not blushing the same colour as my shoes.
     
    As I walk over to Marco he stands up and shakes my hand.
    ‘Good Morning Bella, I am Marco. How has your stay been so far?’
 
    I manage to summarise my stay so far with as much positive enthusiasm as possible, and leave out last nights shame. I really don’t think that Marco would appreciate me sharing that with him. Luckily I have my back turned to Mr Encounter and can not see him. I am thankful for small mercies. I just hope that we can finish our meeting, so that I can go out and explore. I am definitely not going to eat outside my room tonight. I am sure once I have explained and confessed to Ash that she will see reason and let me off.
     
    Marco and I spend hours going through his business proposals, and subject to figures all looks good. However, I think there is room for us to negotiate. We eat a delicious lunch together and Marco tells me how his family have lived in the region for generations and the history about the region. This is a very welcome distraction. He seems such a lovely guy. After lunch Marco heads off to his next meeting. We arrange another date for us to have a telecon and with that he rustles off. I head straight for my room, and look forward to being on my own for a while. But I am not looking forward to the countless emails I have missed and returning all my calls.
     
    As I walk into my room I slip off my lovely red shoes that should be donned ‘confidence boosters’. I do love my shoes. I slip off my suit jacket and notice that there is something on my bed which has been made to perfection by the housekeeping staff. Who on earth has been in my room? What is it?
     
    As I approach the bed there is a slender box which is open, with a single coral rose. So beautiful and perfect. It has a little card attached to it;
     
                                ‘Thank you for a wonderful evening. Meet me for dinner at 7pm in the lobby’
     
    I feel like a giddy school kid. How romantic. What a lovely thing to do. Yet I am quite disturbed, that it is in my room. Not to mention that last night he wanted nothing to do with me. I fish out my blackberry and text Ash
     
    *Ash, I am confused.com and need your advise. Let me know when we can talk*
     
    This is just random, and I so want to go. He is handsome, funny, and intelligent. Yet, I don’t see the point. I have no interest in having a one night stand if that’s what he is after. I also have no inclination for any type of relationship games. I have met enough fucked up men to last me a lifetime.
     
    *Bell, call me now. Just dived out of the surgery to go and to the pharmacy run*
     
    I call her instantly and explain what happened last night, and the random gift left on my bed. After squealing down the phone she says ‘Oh Bel, this is so exciting’.
    ‘You think? I mean Ash, he basically rejected me’
    ‘Bel, just pull yourself together. He might want to explain this later. A single rose means devotion and the coral colour means desire. He so wants you and you are so going to go tonight or I am going to fly out there and whoop your