Between bouts of lethargy, I’d managed to draw up product launch plans for Spritzah! Which I’d emailed to Lex and Charles. Neither replied immediately, which gave me breathing space to organise a second photographic sitting at Vonnie’s. I managed to borrow a camera from work, which left me wondering why I hadn’t done that in the first place. This time, she dispensed with the formalities of dinner, and invited me round at eight, to coincide with Arabella’s weekly session at Explorers. She greeted me in her dressing gown; her face taut with beauty balm and creamy foundation; her brown eyes accentuated with wheat-coloured shadow and brown mascara, and a lavish slick of crimson gloss on her lips. She’d ruffled her hair and allowed her heavy fringe to swing seductively over one eyebrow. I got the impression she’d loosened up since our last session and was determined to see these shots made it into the can. ‘I’ve put the heater on in the tower.
