“The interview will commence in ten minutes so you need to go over there and fix his lapel.”
Rhea was mortified. “I can’t,” she protested.
“Don’t be silly,” Angela snapped. “You’re responsible for making sure that the guests look good in front of the camera. Now get over and fix the lapel or you can kiss your job goodbye.”
“All right,” Rhea muttered under her breath. “There’s no need to threaten me.”
“I’m not threatening you. I’m not the one who will fire you if you don’t do your job.”
Rhea took a deep breath and smiling apologetically, she approached Ciaran Dankworth, the popular British television actor. “Mr. Dankworth, I’m sorry but, I need to adjust your lapel. May I?”
He smiled and nodded. “By all means.”
She leaned over and fixed it, catching a whiff of his cologne. It was unnerving and thrilling at the same time being that close to him. She was a big fan of his. She followed him on Facebook, read and watch all of his interviews. When she learned that he was going to be here today, she was beside herself with excitement. She wished she could ask him for his autograph or have a photo taken with him but she didn’t want to be a nuisance and her boss, Beth would come down hard on her like a ton of bricks. Beth always reminded her that she had to be professional at all times and never bother any of their guests with requests for autographs or photos.
She straightened away from him, her heart thudding. “It’s all fixed now,” she said.
His eyes met hers in a direct gaze. “Thank you,” he said in that amazing voice of his with the posh British accent, most commonly known as the Queen’s English.
“What is your name?”
“Well, Rhea. I would like to properly thank you for getting me all fixed up for the camera. Would you object to having dinner with me?”
She gaped at him. “Dinner? With you?”
“Yes. After the interview. I will have my driver take us to The Ivy. That is if you don’t already have plans.”
“No, no. I don’t have any plans at all.”
“So, we’re set for dinner at The Ivy?”
“Yes, yes.” She heard Beth’s voice and quickly left the stage. It was all a haze. She couldn’t believe it. She was going to have dinner at The Ivy with Ciaran Dankworth. She was so tempted to tell Angela and Beth just to see the expressions on their faces but she held her tongue. She stood in the wings, waiting for the interview to commence.
It turned out to be the best one she had seen so far. Beth was beaming and when the cameras were shut off, she shook his hand again very enthusiastically. “That was a smashing interview,” she gushed. “I can see the ratings going through the roof. Thank you so much, Mr. Dankworth for taking the time out of your very busy schedule to do this. We are very appreciative.”
“It was my pleasure,” he replied. “I wouldn’t have gotten to meet you, lovely ladies,” he said looking at her and Angela. “Or your assistant, Rhea who has agreed to have dinner with me. I hope you don’t mind me whisking her away,” he added when he saw the expressions on their faces.
Beth shook her head. “No. I shan’t be needing her any more for the evening.”
“Wonderful.” He turned to Rhea who had the satisfaction of seeing the red faces of her boss and Angela. “Shall we go?”
“Yes. Good night,” she said to Beth and Angela. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Have good evening, Ladies and thank you again.”
They walked away and into the mild evening. A stretch limo was waiting for them. The driver opened the door and she got in first and then he. As the car pulled away from the curb, he turned to her. “You know, even if someone else had fixed my lapel, I still would have asked you out for dinner.”
She smiled. “I’m very pleased to hear that.”
He smiled in return.
Dinner turned out to be lots of fun, despite the attention they got. When he took her home, he asked her on a second date which she happily accepted. And they have been dating since.
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Source: The Evening Standard; B2