Ella was proud of herself, she had actually managed to meet up with Tom as friends only several times in the weeks before he left for filming, she had made sure they only meet in puplic places.
He had asked her a couple of times to go to his place, but she made up excuses not to, and even though she still often felt like ripping his clothes of she withstood the urge.
They had meet for lunch and dinner and sometimes just for a casual stroll to talk, they had even been to the theatre once.
He even manager to get her to go on his morning runs with him a couple of times, but that was just to heard, both physical and because him sweaty and panting made her think naughty things.
Right know he was in Switzerland filming though and she hadn't seen him for almost 3 weeks, he had called her selveral times, telling her how great it was.
Ella hated to admit it, but she missed him, but then again, it would be okay to miss a good friend, but if she had to be honest she missed him physically as well.
She thought it would become better when he was not around, but actually I kind of got much worse while he was away, and sometimes it got so bad, that she had to take the edge of by herself after talking to him on the phone, which she found very embarrassing.
That same evening he called, and she picked up answering happily. "Hi Tom, how is it going ?"
"Hallo darling, it is going great, I'll be back in London tomorrow for 4 days, before moving on to Morocco, and I was wondering if you would like to meet up ?". He sounded so happy.
She smiled to herself. "I would love to Tom, do you have something special in mind ?"
"I'll pick you up at 6.30 pm, the rest is a surprise, but wear something nice". He said teasingly.
She could well her stomach and abdomen turn in to a tight ball of anticipation. "That sounds a litthe ominous Tom".
"Ehehehe don't worry, I promisemto behave very nicely, I missed you Ella". His voice suddenly got very serious at the last line.
Ella wasn't sure how much he put into it, but she hoped he was meaning as a friend. "I missed you to Tom".
"I can't tell how happy I am to hear you say that, se you tomorrow darling". They said goodbye and hang up, Ella was already wondering what to wear.
The next afternoon Ella took a long shower, she decided to shave and put on black lace underwear, she didn't plan for anything to happen, but she liked to be prepared.
She put on a emerald silk dress, it was hugging her body in all the right places and it matched her eyes enhancing them.
She put up her lang blonde hair, leaving a few strains hanging loose, framing her face.
He send her a message five minutes before he arrived, normally she would think it a little narly, but she had asked him to, she did want to discuss her seeing him with her aunt.
When she got out his jaguar was already parked at the curb, Tom leaning relaxed against it, wearing a black three piece suit, a white shirt and a bordeaux tie.
Ella let her eyes run over him, taking in how extraordinary handsome he was, it took her breathe away, it was somehow like she couldn't quite imagine when he wasn't there and she got surpriced every time she lay eyes upon him.
He had even gotten some sun being in the mountains amd his eyes were sparkling when he looked at her. "You look absolutely exquisite darling, it is so good to see you".
"Well thank you Tom, you look quite dashing". She walked over to him, and he pulled her into his arms, the scent and the feel of him, it was in some ways like coming home.
He took her hand and gallantly led her to the car, he opened the door and she got in.
When he had gotten in and started the engine, she looked at him and asked curiously. "Well are you going to tell med what we are doing ?"
"I can tell you what we are doing, but not where, we are going out to dinner". He looked like someone hiding a big secret, and Ella started getting nervous, what was he up to ?
When they reached covent garden her heart started beating faster and when he parked and opened her door, she contemplated running away.
He offered her his arm, and she grabbed it like she was scared of drowning, as he lead her into a small restaurant she felt her heart sink, what was he up to ?
They walked into Clos Maggiore, otherwise known as the most romantic restaurant in England, maybe in the world, and almost impossible to get a table at.