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thankfully Julia hadn’t brought up the subject of Owen.
    All weekend, thoughts of him had jumped into Bella’s mind.
    Had she done the right thing just leaving him a note?
    She’d lay awake in the early hours of Monday morning wrestling with that.
    She turned on her side and realized that the start of the week had arrived all too quickly, mainly because Bella was worried about whether or not Owen was going to come to the coffee shop.
    One part of her wanted him to; the other didn’t.
    In comparison, Owen’s weekend had dragged.
    However, like Bella, he too had replayed the events of the weekend.
    He really didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to send her an elaborate bunch of flowers because it just didn’t seem like an original thing to do.
    All morning, he had wrestled with what to do to the point where he was really distracted in his regular morning meeting, which was unlike him and hadn’t gone unnoticed by his personal assistant, Penelope.
    “Are you okay, Owen?” she asked as she brought him his mail.
    Owen leaned back in his seat and played with his pen. “I’m fine Penelope, just affairs of the heart, that’s all.”
    Penelope sat down at the desk facing him.
    “She wasn’t good enough for you anyway,” she murmured sympathetically.
    For a moment Owen was lost - Penelope hadn’t even seen Bella - then he realized that she was referring to Priscilla.
    Owen waved his hand, “Oh, not that affair. That one is well and truly over.  Penelope, what act would impress you from a guy? A bunch of flowers delivered with a hand-written card? A piece of jewelry? What is it that women want?”
    Penelope chewed on her top lip as she contemplated his question and then her eyes lit up.
    “I have always wanted this to happen to me, I saw it in a film once. Now don’t judge me, Owen,” she said raising her eyebrows. “I don’t want you to think bad of me; it’s just a fantasy really.”
    Owen smirked. “I won’t think bad of you Penelope. Of course not. However, I never thought I would see the day where I am discussing my trusted PA’s fantasies on a Monday morning.”
    Penelope giggled, “I know. Anyway, I watched this film where there was this rich guy and he was fascinated by this girl who worked in the local pizza parlor. I mean this guy could have anyone. All of his exes were beautiful. Some of them had been actresses, but it was the girl in the pizza parlor that he liked.”
    Owen watched as Penelope’s eyes misted over as she thought of the film. She shook her blonde curls and smiled at him as if she was bringing herself back to reality.
    “Anyway, this girl in the pizza parlor, she likes the guy but she is shy you know. Then one day, when she gets in work her boss gives her this business card and on the back is just a message asking her to meet at room 306 at 2 pm at this hotel. She says she isn’t going, but her friend makes her. She gets there and the rich guy opens the door and he has filled the hotel room with flowers and has ordered them a meal. It’s so romantic. Then they obviously end up in bed, she leaves the pizza parlor and they live happily ever after. It’s a bit like the film Pretty Woman but a bit raunchier if you know what I mean.”
    Owen nodded. “Sounds good, thanks Penelope.”
    Penelope stood up and straightened down her skirt. “Why? Are you thinking of doing that?”
    Owen smiled at her, “No,” he lied.
    The last thing he wanted was Penelope knowing anything about his personal life; that conversation for him had crossed a big line as it was.
    That afternoon Owen made his way to the coffee shop.
    He was beginning to think that he could make the journey blindfolded, he had done it so often over the last couple of weeks.
    At the thought of blindfolds, Owen felt his groin stir.
    That was another thing he had been missing ever since he’d got with Priscilla, adventurous sex.
    Priscilla had definitely been a missionary kind of woman who gave blowjobs like they were one