A Porsche and pink roses
You’re telling me Mr Porsche has asked you out?’ Beth gaped at her sister, Laura. And Laura nodded. ‘Yep. He was leaving after a meeting and stopped by my reception desk. He said, “I don’t suppose you fancy dinner with me on Friday evening, do you?” I couldn’t believe it.’
‘Is this the guy you’ve been raving about – the one who’s absolutely gorgeous and around your age?’ Beth asked.
‘Jem Carmichael. He always turns up in his silver Porsche. When he’s booked an appointment, I let everyone know in the office, and, via CCTV, we all watch him arrive. It’s not often that a Porsche pulls up outside the council building,’ Laura chuckled.
‘Wow! It sounds like something out of a rom-com.’
Yet it wasn’t just Jem who was in Laura’s sights. She also had a secret crush on a colleague called Chas. She hadn’t confided in Beth about it because, basically, it was going nowhere.
Good-looking, with a tall, muscular
