Ava spooned another heap of cookie dough ice cream into her mouth and stared at the large gift box that she had dumped at the bottom of her bed. It had been delivered by room service an hour earlier, with a note that said ‘For tonight.’ The young woman that had brought the gift had told her that a dashing Englishman had asked her to deliver it for him. Ava knew exactly who that gentleman was.
Putting down the ice cream tub, Ava pulled the box towards her and took off the lid. Folding back the tissue paper, she lifted out a black clutch purse, an off white, silk cross over blouse with pale pink cherry blossoms and also a black pencil skirt. The blouse had a long strip of fabric that made up the collar and was meant to be tied around the neck. It was gorgeous and delicate.
“Oh, Thom. Why
