Jonathon rubbed his hands nervously as he waited for the girl to show up. He was severely regretting listening to his friend Hunter when he came up with this idiotic plan. Cressida had left him to get married to some landowner from Kenya. What he needed to do was accept it and move on. Not turn up at her business convention with on his arm one of the London escorts that make mens jaws drop with envy. It was just ridiculous. He was about to stand up and leave when a woman stopped at his table.
“Jonathon Byrd I presume,” she said with a smile.
He inhaled but forgot to exhale. The woman standing before him was not at all his idea of an escort. She was tall, slim, elegant looking with shoulder-length black hair cut in a bob and piercing sapphire blue eyes gleaming with intelligence. She wore a simple black shift dress with spaghetti straps that left her tanned toned arms bare. She was clearly braless because he could see the pinpoints of her nipples against the flimsy material of her dress.
He opened his mouth but nothing came out but hot air.
“I’m Savannah Guthrie,” she said sticking out her hand for him to shake. He took it absently, still staring at her red painted perfect bow lips and trying to get his brain back online.
“Jolly good,” he said at last, “Would you like to sit?”
“Thanks,” she said taking a seat elegantly across from him. He couldn’t stop watching the grace of her movements, her long fingers ending in perfectly manicured pink tipped nails folded together as she smiled at him.
“So I understand this is a weekend thing? At the Cotswolds?”
Jonathon opened his mouth to deny it but then an image of Cressida’s face, when she saw him with this beauty, crossed his mind.
“Ah yes, we leave in a few hours if that’s alright with you.”
“It’s perfect. I’ve always wanted to visit.
The London convention wasn’t very large and as they booked a room, he caught sight of Cressida talking a mile a minute near the door to the convention hall. He took Savannah’s hand and tucked it into his elbow as they made their way to the elevator. Jonathon wasn’t big on PDA but for Savannah, he would make an exception. He knew the minute Cressida caught sight of them and could see her gawping from the corner of his eye.
“Give us a kiss?” he murmured to Savannah and she immediately leaned in and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Jonathon quite forgot Cressida’s name after that.