Date Tuesday 14 February Time 11.50am
My thoughts and reflections:
Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve been fed! I lo ve the Universe!
Just had creative review with Harry Piles and when I walked in, there was the man who’d been on my mind all weekend, Guy Carmichael himself, looking all powerful and masculine in a mid-grey suit with navy pinstripes and a pale blue shirt.
He didn’t even say good morning to me, just nodded briefly, all business-like, and barely looked at me, and whilst that totally turned me on in one way, my stomach also dropped slightly because he hadn’t been in contact as much as usual, so I couldn’t tell if he was being discreet or genuinely uninterested.
First of all, I had to sit through Harry Piles welcoming Guy to the meeting and being an arse-licky git.
Then, I had to endure an agonising first half of the meeting surreptitiously watching Guy who didn’t glance my way once; he basically sat there looking disdainful and bored.
Although he did do that thing where he straightens his shirt cuffs exposing his hairy wrists and watch a couple of times, and he knows what that does to me.
We both do. So I was both aroused and anxious.
When we got to the Discover series, Guy looked confused. ‘Back up, Harry, you’re really reintroducing the Discover series?’
And Harry said, ‘Yes, I mentioned it to you last week, Guy. If you remember. Puppies and shit.’
Guy nodded slowly. ‘I do remember now. Everyone likes puppies.’
I squirmed in my seat remembering last Wednesday’s speedy supper when I’d tried to tell Guy about the Discovery series but Guy had turned the direction towards how much he liked my puppies.
Harry made Cara update everyone for Guy’s benefit, but when Cara got to the bit about the puppies at my sister’s farm and how, unfortunately, that photo shoot wasn’t able to happen and how she had serious concerns about ‘drawing on’ stock images, Guy interrupted.
‘Where’s the farm?’
‘Alice?’ said Cara.
Guy knew where Arrie’s farm was. I told him the other week. I tried not to blink. ‘Little Minchcombe. Cotswolds.’
‘That’s barely an hour away. Why aren’t you using this opportunity to get some fresh images?’
Harry began confidently, ‘I want the fullest profit margins, there’s no plant cost to spare here—’
‘Who would need to go on the shoot?’
The way he interrupted Harry Piles, and the way Harry Piles just shut the fuck up, had me squeezing my knees together.
‘Well, obviously a couple of Design,’ said Cara, ‘Stephen and Jadan, and Alice, but it wouldn’t—’
‘Do the shoot,’ said Guy. ‘Thanks.’
Then he stood up abruptly and left the room.
I zoned out for the meeting, fantasising about various scenarios of telling Harry Piles I was shagging his boss.
Minutes later an email pinged up on my screen from Guy.
Ask your sister if we can shoot next Monday. You babysit on Saturday. I’ll come up and see you on Sunday.
I emailed him straight back. But you could bump into the others?
Leave that to me, Alice. Maybe it’s time we move things forward anyway. I’ve got an extremely busy week and I’d like to see you next weekend.
Possibly the sexiest experience without having sex ever. Guy Carmichael has commandeered me and the work environment and I love it.
My intention is:
To ask Guy if he’s still got his army uniform to hand.