Here’s our favourite Ludlow Hall girls doing what they do best:
Bronte, Rosie and Janine are holding a management meeting at Sweet Sensations. And Rosie’s still on a high from her meeting with the GOLDDIGGERS the night before …
“You should have seen them, Jan. They looked like long legged gazelles. I’d love to be a Golddigger,” Rosie says wistfully. Lounging on the office couch, dressed in her chef whites with her rubber kitchen clogs discarded on the floor, she certainly didn’t look like a Golddigger. After working on a lace icing design for two hours, the way her neck aches she doesn’t feel like a Golddigger either.
Sitting behind the glass-topped desk, wearing black skinny jeans, Nike running shoes and a white vest, Jan’s fingers fly over the keyboard of her laptop typing the minutes of the meeting. “Uh huh,” she says. “I’d have thought with the amount of work you did today that you’d be too tired to even think about being a Golddigger.”
Oblivious to the way Bronte rolls her eyes, Rosie wiggles tired toes. “My Golddigger name is Ms. Rosie La Fleur, and sitting over there wearing her bored face is Ms. Bronte Bon-Bon.”
Jan’s laugh peals through the loft space of the office. “I can see those names up in lights.”
Rosie grins. “And you’re Midnight Martini.”
“I like it,” Jan says.
“Nico’s not said much about tonight’s stag party, or the Golddiggers,” Bronte muses. She’s wearing her usual black Capri pants and matching short sleeved T-shirt and leather flats on her narrow feet.
“Nico’s not really a stag night sort of guy,” Rosie says. “Unlike Alexander who had a haircut today.”
Jan shook her head. “Josh isn’t excited either. He said he’d be home early.”
“That’s because you’re in the honeymoon period of your relationship and God knows you made him fight every single step of the way to woo you.”
Unoffended with the accurate summary, Jan smiles. “He’s still wooing me.”
“There you go,” Rosie says.
“Nico doesn’t look at other women, when he’s with me I mean.”
“Of course he doesn’t,” Rosie agrees. “That’s because he’s got the equivalent of a Golddigger at home. You’ve got the height and the legs and the looks. It’s a mystery to me why I don’t hate you, but in spite of the fact you’re a cranky pants at times, I don’t.”
Bronte’s emerald eyes twinkle. “Why thank you kindly, Ms. La Fleur.”
Rosie turns to a Jan who’s still rattling the keys, and pouts. “And you’ve got the height and the legs and the looks, too. It’s only me who’s vertically challenged.”
Jan gazes at her over her laptop. “Good things come in small packages. Josh adores you.”
“He does. And I adore him. But not in a dirty way.”
“I should bloody well hope not,” Bronte says. “You’re married to my brother.”
Rosie’s smile grows wicked. “I wore my best Agent Provocateur last night. Black silk and lace corset with tiny panties and …”
She stops when Bronte shoots her a finger. “I don’t want to hear it,” she says in a tone that means business.
“I do. Ignore her. Tell me everything,” Jan says, her blue eyes twinkling.
“I was about to show him some of the moves the Golddigger’s taught me, but my plan didn’t work out.”
Jan stops typing. “What happened?”
“Next thing I know I’m over his shoulder and he’s taking the stairs two at a time.” Rosie ignores Bronte’s heartfelt groan. “Apparently Alexander Ludlow knows some kinky moves himself.”
“Good Lord,” Bronte mutters.
“How many times did you see Jesus?” Jan wants to know.
Rosie hold up three fingers.
“Aww,” Jan says. “I love it when that happens.”
Bronte gazes at her best friends, smiles like a cat who’s got the cream. “Three times in one night is nothing to an Italian.”
Ah, that Nico, why am I not surprised?
It’s gonna be a busy September and October here on the blog. SEAN is out two weeks on Friday then the GOLDDIGGERS short stories are released every Friday from the end of October.
Love and hugs,