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But the very thought of
seeing him set her pulse racing. She poured herself a quick drink,
then checked her hair and make-up for the last time. Then she
rushed out and
hailed a passing taxi.
They had met a month earlier at a party. He had asked her to
dance. They ended up spending the whole evening in each other's
company. Jason was tall and athletic, and dressed
impeccably. He
also seemed very gentle and considerate; he had driven her home
after the party but only kissed her in a brotherly way.
She had
just broken up with Kevin - and Jason was such a pleasant
contrast!
Since then, they had met several times - but always with other
people, in restaurants or at parties. She knew she was special for
him, and after the last party,
he had driven her home again. This
time he had kissed her - but not like a brother! He had invited
her to supper at his flat in Bayswater.
That night she had hardly slept, she was so excited. At last she
would see him alone on his home ground. They would really get to
know each other - and perhaps...? She told herself to stop
fantasizing.
Sarah had been in London a year. After graduating she had got a
job as a systems analyst in the City. She felt adult at last. In
the taxi she thought how Jason had completely
taken over her mind.
Yet she really knew almost nothing about him, not even what he did
for a living. All she knew was that he was elegant, well-mannered,
intelligent, rich - and dangerously attractive. She asked the taxi
to drop her off at the corner of the
mews where Jason lived. As
she paid the driver, she remembered that he had invited her for
eight-thirty, not seven-thirty. In her excitement she had got
confused. What should she do? She could wait an hour but decided
not to. Instead she would go to his flat and explain that she was
early - surely he would understand.
She looked for number 7 - there it was. She was just about to ring
the bell when she looked up at the first-floor window. There,
silhouetted against the
gauze curtains, she saw the unmistakable
outline of a female figure. And behind it was Jason's own shadow.
The woman was moving
to and fro. Then she took off some of her
clothes. Sarah could hardly believe her eyes. She turned, ran out
of the lane and took a taxi home.
The phone rang at nine, at nine-thirty and at ten.
She let it
ring. That would teach him a lesson! He never called her again.
The weeks that followed were a torture. She avoided going out, in
case she met Jason. A month later she opened a fashion magazine
and saw Jason's
handsome face smiling at her. He was the
centrepiece of an article on the latest women's fashions. He had
won the prize for the best young fashion designer of the year. The
article mentioned that he worked with his models from his own flat
in Bayswater.
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