Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. I've been gone for a couple of weeks, so it sure feels great to be back here sharing my tales. I'm continuing with my story about Robbie and Jill. Their story started when they met on a plane coming back to New York City. They shared a common interest with Robbie getting Jill a job being part of a team writing for a new T.V. sitcom. Robbie offered her the cottage in his backyard. She accepted and was going to Robbie's for dinner....
Robbie poured a little more wine into Jill’s glass once she
finished her dinner. Jill was amazed how well Robbie was able to cook a
homemade Italian dinner from scratch, down to his own salad dressing.
“I have to admit that everything was delicious. Where did
you learn how to cook like that?” Jill asked, taking a sip of her wine.
“My grandmother taught me how to make authentic Italian
food. She had told me it was essential to be able to cook for the day that I
would need to impress a special lady with my cooking.”
“You grandmother should be quite proud of you. You totally
impressed me.”
Robbie rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “I’m sure she is
up there watching.”
“I know she is.” He smiled. “And I’m sure she’s happy that I
met that special lady when had been talking about for all those years.”
Jill crossed her legs and sat back in her chair. This whole
situation wasn’t supposed to have happened. In the short amount of time she had
known Robbie, she already had a job and an apartment, no wait, a cottage in the
backyard of Robbie’s mansion. The last thing she had ever dreamed of was
meeting a man on the way home from her former life.
“I wouldn’t say special. I’m just like any other women with
plenty of baggage.”
“I don’t want you talking like that. Your whole life has
opened up for you.”
Jill nodded her head. “Yes, you’re right. I don’t know why I
am always second guessing myself.”
“That’s my point. You shouldn’t be. It takes me a long time
to let someone into my life, my inner circle, but with you, I saw something
different.”
“And I can never thank you enough.”
Robbie stood and extended his hand out to Jill. “Before we
clean up, I’d like to bring you over to see your cottage.”
“I still feel like I’m living in a dream. I can’t believe
you have arranged all of this for me. Once I see how much room I have, I can go
out furniture shopping tomorrow.”
Robbie walked along the slate pathway, leading to the
cottage. He opened the front door and handed her the key. “Go ahead, go in, and
take a look.”
The charm on the inside was exactly the same on the inside.
The living room was fully furnished. It was decorated as if he could read her
mind. “Oh my. This is beautiful.”
“You can change whatever you don’t like. I had some
furniture already here. I just had everything cleaned and added the personal
touch that I thought you might like.”
“Like? I love it.” Jill strolled across the room to the lit
fireplace. “I love everything. I can picture myself sitting in front of the
fireplace writing.”
“And you will. We don’t need to be in the office every day.
We do meeting all over. We do have to be on set once the filming starts, but
until then, generally, everything done is done via Skype. The producers feel
it’s more productive than having the writers drive countless hours in and out
of the city.”
“I couldn’t agree more. I have my computer in your house. If
you’d like to get it, maybe we could sit in front of the fire and talk about
the new character I have created.”
“I was thinking more in terms of sitting in front of the fire
and talking about what’s going on between the two of us.”
Jill took a deep breath as Robbie walked up to her. “Do you
think it’s wise to mix business with pleasure?” she asked.
“I’d think it would be a sin if we didn’t.”
Things are moving along nicely!
ReplyDeleteHe's so caring and charming. Nicely done!
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