Lizzie
I smiled all the way back to the office, looking at the napkin with his email address, [email protected] He was young, sexy, and funny; I was in trouble in more ways than one. Of course, he wouldn't be interested in me, but it was nice to fantasize about him.
I shot him off an email with the details, needing one less thing to worry about on my list. Almost immediately, I saw Phin's name pop up in my inbox, I took a deep breath and then let it out. My heartbeat sped up, and I clicked on the email icon. A smile spread across my face as I read the email.
Before I could finish the first one, I heard the noise of the email notification.
His reply, "I am working on your signature cocktail. I hope you are ready for it."
I went back to the first email to respond.
Phin,
Please call me Elizabeth. My parent's call me Lizzie, but that's it. If you get to know me better, you might get to call me Lizzie, but it's still early. Glad you know your Jane Austen.
You'll need a black cotton Oxford shirt and black trousers. No jeans. Nothing too fancy, you might get drinks on them so don't spend any money. Just think waiter wear.
As for a rain check, we'll see how we both feel. I usually need a week in bed, a huge drink, a foot massage, and a very long hot bath after this event.
I will have a room at the hotel, and I have a car service. If you need a ride, it's no problem; the car will take you wherever you want to go.
So much to do, so many bartenders to interview.
Can't wait to taste my signature cocktail.;)
Too much work.
Bye, E