Comtess.....a sample-ette:
She had just returned from her favourite run, the four miles or so up to Mortlake, then back again along the river. The exercise had brightened her complexion and given her skin an illuminated glow. She was just about to jump in the shower when there was a knock at the door, throwing her robe over her naked body she opened it and gasped.
Hands thrust deep in the pockets of his jeans, he had been kicking a stone about at his feet whilst he waited. He looked up sheepishly, almost shyly as she answered. This was not her self assured, rakish taxi companion, the beard had gone for a start, replaced with a scruff of stubble. He dragged his hand through floppy hair in a gesture she realised was masking nerves. He took a deep breath and pressed his mouth together, chewing on the bottom lip.
With a smile she pushed the door wider,
"Why don't you come in?" she said.