It was almost closing time when a striking man, dark-haired and impeccably dressed, walked into the clothes boutique where I worked. I helped him try on a jacket, and he told me his name was Mark and that he was a Swiss banker. He’d flown in from Geneva and was planning to buy Cotswold Airport. Before he left, he asked for my number and minutes later my phone pinged. ‘Did I turn your head?’ he asked. ‘A few degrees perhaps,’ I replied. I wasn’t looking for love. Divorced for 10 years, I was enjoying my independence, having moved to an idyllic country cottage in Tetbury, but no one had ever come on to me so strongly.
‘I WAS CAPTIVATED AND IN HIS CONTROL’