Those Angstrom Men!. Read Free Page A

the age of thirty four without being married, can you?”
    “I thought Brian Angstrom was in his sixties.”
    Elizabeth laughed. “Mr. Angstrom Senior is in his sixties, but it’s the son who runs the place. Ian took over about ten years ago when his father had a mild heart attack and he’s tripled the size of the firm.”
    “He’s extremely clever,” said Amanda. “He’s made a ton of money in the last twelve years, since he came to London. So sophisticated, speaks about five languages I believe.
    “He da tes mainly models and actresses, said Elizabeth.
    “ You know he’s on the Britain’s Most Eligible Bachelor List that Wonder Women complies every year, don’t you? He’s top this year, last year he was only sixth,” Linda added.
    “Er, you know I haven’t looked at that magazine for years.”
    “Well, he was in the December edition. He is so dishy. Didn’t you notice his portrait in the Lobby when you got off the lift this morning?”
    “No. I did notice the Klee, though. That is something else. I never saw such a painting before outside the National Gallery.”
    “Hmmm, they must have moved the paintings around,” said Elizabeth.
    “Rosemund says I won’t have anything to do with him,” said Maggie. “She said his P.A. does everything for him.”
    “That’s right, Gloria looks after everything. I wish I had her job,” said Amanda.
    “However, she’s been with him about six years, so unless she and Tom, her husband, finally decide to start a family, none of us will have anything to do with Mr. Angstrom.”
    “Do you have a boyfriend or husband, Maggie?” asked Elizabeth.
    “I just met a nice man, had dinner on Friday and he’s taking me to the Savoy Grill tonight to celebrate starting this job. But it’s too soon to call him my boyfriend.”
    “Cute?” asked Linda.
    “More ruggedly handsome than cute,” said Maggie. “Nice as well. Funny, we laughed for hours! He’s blond and tanned. Tall, athletic build, you know, lean but well defined.”
    The girls smiled. “Sounds as if he liked you, Maggie, taking you to the Savoy Grill. What does he do?” asked Amanda.
    “He’s a businessman.” Maggie had deduced that from Ian’s remark about suits and ties.
    Hmmm, Ian knew all about her job, but she didn’t know anything about his. She must have talked about herself far too much…
    “Probably an accountant or something like that,” said Linda.
    “Probably,” agreed Maggie and drank her tea.
    Maggie worked until six, polishing John Taylor’s report. Nearly everyone had left the office by the time she dropped it on the analyst’s desk.  She went into the ladies’ and redid her make-up, using an olive green shadow to accentuate her hazel eyes, and brushing her shoulder length hair until it gleamed. She’d worn a creamy satin camisole under her black suit jacket, which she now unbuttoned and replaced with a lacy silver short sleeved cardigan, borrowed from Jill. She fastened an abstract silver pendant she’d bought in Corfu around her slim neck. She looked at herself critically in the full length mirror.
    “You’ll do, Maggie Parker. Hair looks great, make up is subtle but plays up your eyes. I hope Ian still finds you attractive...”
    Ian was waiting for her, and soon had her seated, wine in hand, dinner ordered, and laughing at his description of the clients he’d spent the day with.
    “And how was your first day, Maggie mine?” he said lightly.
    “Maggie yours?”
    “Ah, yes. I’m afraid you’ve quite bewitched me, and once I kissed you on Friday, I was a goner. I thought about you far too much all weekend.”
    “Me, too,” she admitted shyly.
    They beamed at each other.
    There wasn’t much dinner conversation. They ate and gazed into each other’s eyes.
    “I’m out of town all week, Maggie mine,” he said as he kissed her at her door.
    “My flight leaves in a couple of hours. I know we’ve just met, but I’d like you spend the weekend with me. Perhaps we