Having asked Maddison out for a drink Monday evening, he'd felt quietly confident about their date when she'd readily agreed to see him. However, he'd been completely thrown that morning when Maddison stepped on the train looking like she'd stepped off the cover of Vogue magazine. He was a man not necessarily overly observant when it came to women, but was sure Maddy had done something different with her appearance that day. Unable to pinpoint precisely what it was, he left work early to have a quick beer for Dutch courage to deal with the date ahead. James wasn't a fool. He knew he was good-looking and took care of his appearance. He regularly went to the gym. His wage and profession demanded his suits were well-tailored and he was consistently well turned out. Having seen Maddison earlier, he was in awe of her striking appearance. A rare wave of insecurity washed over him. He couldn't rival her distinct, eye-catching yet tasteful style. Few women could look both glamorous and under-stated in their work outfits, yet Maddy had managed off effortlessly.
