Angel Chapter 9

He was a big, good-looking man in his Forties, and he always flirted with her when she went there by herself. Wanting to avoid any problems, he remained businesslike when she was there with a man for the Saturday brunch, as she would be that morning. Angel was quite sure he didn't know of her status as a T-girl but, if he ever started really chatting her up, she would let him know and, if he remained interested, she would probably invite him back to her flat for some afternoon delight.

Over coffee and bacon and eggs and toast and marmalade, she and Bob Marley Cliff discussed what they had done the previous night and that morning, and when they could do more of it. "Angel Girl, as I told you last night, I have to catch an airplane at eight o'clock. That means I have to leave in plenty of time to get there by six."

His breakfast partner smiled lewdly at him. "It's just after ten now, and that means we can have another four hours in my flat. If you want to go back there, that is."

"You know I do; I have a new position I want to show you. And, I want to get together the next time I'm in town."

"Me too. Here's my phone," she said, writing her telephone number on a napkin. "Ring me up when you get back."

Bob tucked the precious information into his pocket. Besides looking forward to the next four hours in Angel's bed, he was already anticipating the great time they would have when business brought him once again to London.