Kim waltzed in whistling cheerily and holding another huge bouquet of flowers. Peach roses this time. I swear the man must have had shares in a florist, he spent a fortune on them. I loved it though. Kim sat them down on my desk with a sneaky grin on her face.
“I sure hope you like roses Ella, your guy doesn’t seem to want to buy you anything else.”
“I love them.” I said as I smelt them and slid the envelope from the top.
Again Kim lingered in the hope of sharing in my gift, but I popped it into the top drawer of my desk and carried on typing. She was not a happy bunny and spun on her heels in irritation, stomping off to her desk and flopping into her chair in a huff.
Chris laughed, “You are gonna give her a breakdown soon with all your cloak and dagger stuff. She lives for gossip, poor girl is withering away right now, look at her.”
“You’ll have to go out there and tell her about your weekend escapades then won’t you.”
He rolled his eyes, “As if I have anything exciting to tell her right now. I spent my weekend cataloguing all my music and creating new playlists. I have a playlist for any mood, day, event or person now. How sad am I?”
“Very.”
I pulled my drawer open and grabbed the envelope. What stunning words had my sex God written for me this time?
My Beautiful Ella
Peach roses say ‘I’m missing you’
I have gone beyond that, I ache for you.
I’ll pick you up at 6, dress in something warm, you might be cold later, so cold even I can’t warm you up.
Your Joe x
What on earth did he have planned that was going to make me cold? I prayed he wasn’t going to whisk me off to the North Pole or something. I hated being cold almost as much as I hated heights.
6pm came around and I was decked out in my tightest skinny jeans to keep the heat on my legs. I had my favourite beige cashmere jumper on top with a white t-shirt underneath to layer me up. I had managed to dig out my puffy jacket that I wore in the winter, but I had no idea what to put on my feet. Heels felt wrong even though they were my go to foot wear, so I chose my comfy vans that matched my jumper and didn’t look too scruffy.
When the doorbell rang I swung it open to find Joe in a similar outfit, jeans, grey jumper with visible layers underneath and a pair of converse.
“You might want to bring some gloves and a hat if you have them.” He smiled.
Oh God I was not looking forward to this.
“I don’t do hats they squash my hair.” He laughed, but I wasn’t joking.
“I have ear muffs though, will those do?” I asked pulling my pink fluffy kitten ear muffs out of the drawers by the side of our door.
“Yes, you will look extra cute in those ear muffs, bring them.”
His eyes sparkled in excitement. I felt anything but excited at the prospect of being cold through choice.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, come on.”
“I know you said cold, I think I should warn you I don’t do cold.”
Again he laughed even though I wasn’t joking…still.
“Seriously I hate winter, I wish I could hibernate.”
“I’ll keep you warm princess, don’t you worry.”
When we reached our destination my stomach flipped over and not in a good way.