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Lynne Bispham won the Novelicious Pinterest Prompt in December with a brilliant piece of flash fiction featuring a very toned blonde and a case of mistaken identity. Grab a brew and have a read. Fancy seeing your own writing here? Be sure to enter this month’s Pinterest Prompt on Novelicious.
By Lynne Bispham
Before I go for my swim, I look in on Sabrina. She’s asleep, sprawled across the king-size bed in the dress she was wearing last night, snoring loudly. With a sigh, I take off her high-heeled shoes and cover her with the duvet.
I think, ‘As soon as we’re back in England, I’m handing in my notice.’
Yesterday, at this early hour, the pool was empty. Today, someone has got here before me, a man, swimming with a powerful crawl. I slip into the water and swim the twenty lengths I’ve promised myself I’ll do every day – when I can get away from Sabrina, who has to be the planet’s most demanding employer. The man is still tearing up and down the pool when I leave the water and towel myself dry.
I lie on a lounger by the side of the pool. If Sabrina wakes up and I’m not in the suite, she won’t be best pleased, but she’s unlikely to surface much before noon. Not after the amount she drank last night. I cringe when I think of her screaming at the barman who’d refused to serve her yet another bottle of champagne, and the apologies I’d had to make to the hotel manager. Working as Sabrina’s PA has given me a chance to experience the lifestyle of the rich and famous, but holidays in 5 star resorts are not enough to make up for her diva behaviour.
The man climbs out of the pool, shaking water from his dark blonde hair. He’s very handsome, and his body is superbly toned – presumably from all that swimming. I watch him through half-shut eyes, quite unable to tear my gaze away from his washboard stomach. He retrieves a towel from a nearby lounger, and then, to my surprise, walks over to me and smiles. His teeth are very white.
“Ms Cates?” His blue eyes lock on mine. “I hope you don’t mind my disturbing you?”
It’s not the first time I’ve been mistaken for Sabrina. We’re very alike – in looks, if not, I hope, in personality. I really should tell this handsome stranger that I’m not a TV Presenter, but a put-upon PA.
He says, “I’m Jake Granger. Would you’d care to join me for a lunchtime drink?”
He’s the owner of this luxury hotel. He’s a millionaire. And he’s gorgeous.
I say, “I’d love to.”