Those Angstrom Men!. Read Online Free Page B

hadn’t thought of that. Smart girl, Maggie. No conflict now, though is there?”
    “Not at all, darling.” It was the first time she’d called him darling. He beamed at her.  
    “What would you like for dessert?”
    “You.”
    “That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing. We must be mind readers.”
    Dinner was followed by a steamy night at Ian’s luxurious flat along the Embankment. Maggie just had time after he dropped her home to change and get to work for the nine o’clock Editorial Team Meeting.
    Over the next three months, she saw Ian at least four times a week when he wasn’t out of London on assignments.
    Maggie hadn’t bothered to find her own flat. Her cousin Jillian was happy to have her share the rent, and when Ian was in London, she was with him.
    She met Amanda, Elizabeth and Linda once a week for lunch or drinks after work. Occasionally Gloria joined them for lunch, if Mr. Angstrom was out of town.
    “Mr. Angstrom has a new girlfriend,” Amanda said one Thursday evening.
    “Another model?” smiled Maggie, not really interested.
    “No, apparently this one’s a career woman. Probably close to his age, gorgeous and as driven as he is.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Gossip columns, of course. Isn’t that our usual source of information about Ian Angstrom?”
    “Yes, I have to admit it is. You never tell us anything, Gloria, do you?”
    “Of course I don’t. Good P.A.’s don’t gossip.”
    “ Apparently a reporter from the DailyDirt.com was at the same business luncheon Mr. Angstrom was, and mentioned he hadn’t seen him about town. Mr. Angstrom laughed and said he’d given up models for a career woman.”
    “Oh,” was all Maggie said. She really wasn’t that interested. She’d never even met the man.
    “You’re in the media, Maggie,” said Linda. “Use your contacts to find out about Mr. Angstrom’s new lover. We’re all madly curious. Usually we get our fix from the tabloids, but he’s been conspicuously absent from the paparazzi’s lens for weeks. We have no idea what this woman looks like.”
    Maggie laughed. “Oh, Linda, being an editor at a business magazine is the opposite end of the spectrum to an online gossip column. I’m afraid my contacts won’t do you any good. Since Mr. Angstrom is very rich and you tell me, very good looking, I’m sure the paparazzi will track him down soon.”
    “We tell you very good looking? Didn’t you think he was?”
    “You know, I’ve never seen the man. He was mostly out of the country when I worked there, and when he was in London, somehow I never saw him.”
    “Google Ian Angstrom when you get home, Maggie,” said Amanda. “See if you don’t agree with us. I know you will.”
    Two hours later, Maggie thought of Amanda’s words, but just then her Ian telephoned from New York, and she forgot everything but the sound of his voice.
    “Hi, baby,” he said in a fake American accent.
    “Ian, I didn’t expect to hear from you tonight, you’re coming back to England tomorrow.”
    “I can’t go a day without talking to you, Maggie mine.”
    “I love that you can’t go a day without talking to me, Ian.”
    “We’ve been going out for over three months now.”
    “Yes, we have.”
    “I think it might be time for you to meet my parents and my brother, and me to meet your cousin and your aunts and uncles, don’t you?”
    Maggie swallowed. “That takes our relationship to another level, doesn’t it, Ian?”
    “Don’t you want to take it to the next level?”
    “Yes, yes I do, but what if your family doesn’t like me?”
    “They’re going to love you, Maggie mine, just like I do.”
    “Eh...you love me?”
    “That just popped out. I was going to tell you this weekend that I love you, with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.”
    “Those chocolate covered strawberries get me every time, darling.” Maggie smiled at the mobile. “I love you too,” she said softly.
    Ian let out the breath he’d been