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jazz band?”
    Owen nodded. “I've been wanting to go there for a while.”
    Now it was Bella’s turn to raise her eyebrows. “Really?”
    Owen nodded. “Yes, really.”
    Bella smiled at him, “Great so when do you want to go?”
    Owen looked straight at her, his eyes were so intense Bella felt her stomach flutter.
    “I’m free tonight if you are?”
    Bella paused and before she could decline, Julia stepped in.
    “Tonight is fine. Bella doesn’t do anything on Thursdays; it’s the only night of the week, in fact, that she is free,” Julia seamlessly lied.
    Owen looked suitably impressed at Bella’s make believe heavy social schedule. “Well, I need to grab the chance while I can then. Shall we meet at the bar, say about eight?”
    Bella nodded in a way that she hoped looked casual and not desperate. “That would be great, see you then.”
    Owen nodded, “In the meantime, can I have my usual?”
    Bella looked at him blankly… and Owen pointed to the coffee machine behind her.
    “My drink. Can I have my usual?”
    Nervously, Bella laughed, “Um… of course.”
    Julia looked on and had a feeling that she was witnessing the start of something special.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 8
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    As he walked back to the office, Owen couldn’t stop smiling to himself and he felt like he had the proverbial spring back in his step.
    The coffee shop girl was cute in a wholesome kind of way and was very different from the women he usually dated, but maybe that was a good thing.
    Maybe it was time that he had a change from the pneumatic blondes and the bolshie brunettes.
    Walking past the main reception, Glenda called out to him, “Owen, can I have a word, please?”
    Owen walked over, “Yes Glenda?”
    Glenda blushed like she always did whenever she had to speak to Owen directly face to face.
    He was so gorgeous - he literally made her feel weak and today she was even more flustered than usual. 
    “Priscilla is upstairs waiting for you in your office. I asked her to wait in reception, but she refused. I couldn’t stop her.”
    Owen patted Glenda’s arm reassuringly oblivious to the fact that such a simple action sent a shiver of excitement through his receptionist’s body.
    “Glenda, it's okay. It’s not your fault. Thanks for the warning.”
    He flashed a smile before walking away, but the smile disappeared as he entered the elevator and a frown appeared in its place.
    He really wasn’t in the mood for Priscilla - he was in no mood for her at all.
     
     
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    “I made a mistake,” Priscilla said as she casually looked at her manicured nails that were painted a bright pink to match her fuchsia lipstick that adorned her collaged pumped lips.
    She spun round on Owen’s chair, “It was a spare of the moment thing. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
    She waved her hand in the air in dismissal, “I was hormonal, Owen, and this morning I realized I’d made a mistake.”
    Owen turned his back to her and hung his jacket on his coat stand in the corner of his vast office.
    Turning to look at her, Owen saw her in a whole new light.
    It was as if someone had sliced away some form of cataracts from the front of his eyes.
    Priscilla continued to spin round in his chair. Dressed in a purple juicy couture tracksuit, she reminded him of the spoilt little girl in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory who wanted a golden goose.
    “I think it's better that we stay as we are now,” Owen said. “We hadn’t been getting along of late and you wanted more than I could give.”
    Owen’s voice trailed away as he realized that he’d delivered the biggest cliché known to man.”
    Priscilla pouted, “You don’t mean that. You love me. You told me you loved me more than you’ve ever loved anyone else.”
    Owen had forgotten that he’d said that and he didn’t want to hurt Priscilla’s feelings by commenting and saying that when he had said that he’d been in the