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agent warned.
    During the drive through to outskirts
of London for her flight, she took the opportunity to respond to William’s
text:
    You guessed well to send the lilies,
unless maybe a little birdie told you ;) They were a lovely surprise. See you
tomorrow night, E
    She normally texted using shortened
abbreviations of words, but she thought, given William’s full worded text last
night, she would refrain from doing so when replying to him.
    The check in and flight were quick, arriving to a rainy Prague
with the lingering raindrops sparkling in red and orange hues from the setting
sun. She was met at the airport by the transport who was taking the whole
entourage of the photographer and assistant, hairdressers, makeup people, the
editor responsible and one other model; a guy called Tom, with whom she had worked
with on a few other assignments.
    The shoot lasted until the middle of
the night, the concept of black-and-white camera shots, set against diffused neon
signs, and medieval, gothic influenced architecture. Exhausted, she crashed
back at her hotel soon afterwards. Checking her phone, she had several voicemails
to listen to, and a couple of text messages. Both Cate and Jess had phoned her
to find out what her plans for the weekend were as they were deciding which
party invites to accept. The following voicemail was a rich, velvety voice that
took her a moment to recognise. It was from William Dexter. Just hearing him
speak sent her heart a flutter. God, these reactions to him were getting
ridiculous.
    It was a short
recording, saying she had busted him over the flowers, and that he had managed
to cancel his late meeting tomorrow, so he could collect her from her house
earlier than the eight, they originally agreed. She texted him an answer, thinking
he probably would have the phone off, and he would simply read it in the
morning. Only a few minutes later, when she returned from a quick shower, she
noticed a new message notification flashing on her phone, showing that he had
replied.
    W: Hi, have you only just finished
work? It must be about 3am. 
    E: Hi, yes after three, and yes,
just finished half-hour ago. Why are you up still?
    W: Just wanted to finalise figures
for a deal I am closing in the morning.
    E: Ok, well, I am going to head
to bed. I will see you at seven.
    W: Sweet dreams.
    Turning her phone
to silent, she snuggled under the bed sheets, and drifted off to sleep. Thoughts
of William Dexter, kissing her properly on the lips, rather than the simple
peak on the cheek they had shared the night before, soon invaded her sleep. The
dream intensified into more thoroughly dirty thoughts of where those kisses
might lead to as she could hear his voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
She awoke in the morning with a sweat glistening over her, and a frustrating
longing between her legs. Damn William Dexter and his sexy voice.

  Kisses in the Rain
    William had managed to shift his late meeting to the following
day, thus allowing him to pick up Elle from her house an hour earlier.
    This time he arrived in his own chauffeur driven car . He dressed in an open necked cream shirt, with a black suit with thin vertical stripes printed onto the excellent material that moulded tightly across his slim hips and firm derriere. Elle could
not help, but let her eyes wander from his muscular chest, downwards to his groin,
as the tightness of the fabric emphasised his apparent size in that department.
Blushing, she had pulled her eyes away after a few seconds, lifting them to
meet the sparkling ones of her date. 
    Elle had selected a cream sleeveless
chiffon dress that a designer had given her as a gift. The cream tone was
perfect for her tanned skin, showing off her bare slender arms. It had a high
neckline, but the sheerness of the chiffon showed off the outline of her lace
lingerie, giving William a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath.
    The restaurant was heaving with diners
when they arrived at Netherfields. The