Listen to Anthony with fascinated look on face. 2. Flirt your socks off. 3. Be Jessica Wiiiiiiiiild. Marcia was in Anthony’s office when I got in on Monday morning—I saw her sauntering out five minutes after I sat down at my desk. She stopped at my desk and looked me up and down. I was wearing a lime-green cardigan that Helen had insisted on. It made me feel like a nighttime cyclist. “That’s bright,” she said. “Yes,” I agreed, trying to suppress the urge to take it off immediately and, instead, checking my calendar for the day. Nothing all morning. Meeting with Max at 2 PM. “So, good weekend?” She raised an eyebrow. “Great, thanks. You?” “Oh, really good.” I forced a smile, trying to feel like Jessica Wiiild and failing miserably. “Really?” Marcia looked surprised. “Oh, and before I forget, someone called for you,” she said. “A Mr. Taylor.” “Mr. Taylor?” The blood drained from my face. “When?” “This morning. About half an hour ago.”
What do You think about The Importance Of Being Married?
