Chapter Twelve
Bonnie goes solo – Connor dumped!
Another triumph in the offing
Bonnie bounces back! Previews available soon
The social media PR machine was already gearing up for action, and the pilot show hadn’t even aired yet.
It still irked Connor that she went ahead without even consulting him.
Bonnie had got the wrong end of the wrong stick over the whole Stefania thing, but wasn’t she professional enough to separate business from personal feelings?
Loads of people worked together on television but disliked each other off screen.
Everyone knew that it didn’t matter what you thought about your co-presenter, as long as the public believed all was rosy in the garden.
He smiled at his analogy as he thought about Rosie in his garden. If he had to define his “type”, Rosie wasn’t it, so why did he find himself thinking about her so much? Perhaps he just needed to get out more. He certainly needed to make an effort with social contacts.
As he continued his scroll through social media posts, he felt a stab of envy. It was like his friends were all partying on without inviting him to the event, but still inviting him to admire the after-party pictures. Or maybe they hadn’t got around to deleting him yet.
Further down someone had added a post saying Anyone seen Connor Forbes recently?
There were already comments underneath, but he couldn’t bring himself to read them.
There were pictures of Bear and various others at a party somewhere in London. He added likes to a few of them, then added a few comments just to show he was still alive.
Looks like fun!
Fab pics!
Not that long ago he was posting all these photos too, inviting his followers to participate in his social life, albeit vicariously.
If he wasn’t careful, they’d start to drift away through lack of interest. Most people didn’t care where the pictures were taken, they simply liked looking at celebrity photos.
And it dawned on him that he could still do that now.
In fact, he’d be far more of a celebrity in a backwater like Haxford than in London.
He typed Restaurants in Haxford in the search bar and scrolled through the results.
There were lots of bars and touristy places in the Old Town, but eventually he found something that looked eminently suitable.
Next job, recruit an assistant. He called up Rosie’s contact details and fired off a quick text:
I’d like to take you out for dinner as a proper thank you for rescuing me from a night on the floor. Tuesday any good? Call me when you get a chance.
For the next few hours he checked his phone regularly in case she had replied, but it remained stubbornly silent. Had he played this wrong? By mid-afternoon he was becoming annoyed. Was she ignoring him?
It was a few minutes after five o’clock when Connor saw Rosie’s name flash up on his phone.
‘At last! I’ve been waiting all day for you to call!’
‘You said call when I get a chance, and this is the first chance I’ve had all day. In the real world, Cooking Boy, there’s this thing called work. Believe it or not, it takes up a heck of a lot of your time you know, and I can’t sneak off to check my phone during working hours.’
Rosie was the only woman he knew who could give him a telling off and still make it sound endearing.
‘Yeah, yeah, the busy world of work. So, um, are you free on Tuesday night?’
There was a pause at the other end. ‘Is this a date?’
‘Do you want it to be?’ he asked teasingly.
‘I don’t know, I haven’t been on one for such a long time.’
‘If it makes you feel better we can call this a business transaction?’
‘Perfect. Who has the business expense account?’
‘Me.’
‘Even better. Send me a text with the details.’