Copyright2012Β©totallyatease
**I've been told that this story is terribly corny, and I have to admit that it is in places; however I do hope that you enjoy it - faults and all. :-)
Also it is very much a romance rather than an erotic story and so I have been hesitant to post it on this site.
On the plus side this is a finished story of about 11 chapters and so if people do like it, then I'll be able to post on a regular 3 - 4 day basis.**
She only agreed to do it as a favour to her sister -- but he more than made up for the inconvenience...
Chapter One
"Come with us!" her sister asked her for the third time. "You know that you're not fit for work just yet, and the change will do you good."
"Yes I know." Izzy said reluctantly. "But as I've already said, I really don't fancy the idea of playing third wheel to you and Richard."
"Oh bother that!" Jessie sighed, "Richard's going to be working with his brother Daniel all day; and I'm going to be on my own an awful lot." She smiled in a wheedling fashion, which Izzy knew only too well. "Please, please say that you'll come."
She sighed in exasperation. "Where will we be staying exactly?"
"It's his brother -- Daniel's place... apparently it's a big country house, with huge gardens! You'll love it; it's just your kind of thing." She paused and looked pleadingly at her little sister. "So will you come? Pleeease!"
Izzy gave another sigh and said. "Oh well... all right then -- I'll come."
"Excellent!" Jessie positively smirked with satisfaction. "We're leaving first thing in the morning." She raised her brows in query. "You can be packed and ready by then?"
"I'm not a complete vegetable." Izzy glowered at her older sister, as she flicked back her shoulder length dark blond curls; and her blue eyes wrinkled in offence.
"Great! I'll love you, and leave you to it then..." She jumped up off Izzy's bed. "I'll give you a call a bit later; to let you know exactly what time to expect us in the morning," she promised as she opened the bedroom door.
*
Izzy was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling when there was a soft tap on the door. It opened and her mum poked her head around. "I gather she talked you into it then?" she asked as she entered the room.
Izzy groaned. "Yes! She just wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed."
"Perhaps it'll do you some good?" Mrs Parkinson suggested hesitantly.
"Oh well it'll only be for a week or two..." She got up of her bed and started to pull clothes out of her wardrobe, she stopped suddenly to glare down at the small pile of clothing. "What on earth am I supposed to take with me?" she ground out in disgust.
"Well... jeans and trousers are always a safe bet... and you know that you're more comfortable in them," her mum suggested. "And maybe something pretty in case you go out at all?"
Izzy laughed bitterly. "Me and pretty just don't go together -- I'm afraid..." she looked up at the ceiling and her features took on a slightly tragic look. "Oh joy!" she sighed dramatically; "I always did want to play the green prickly fruit!"
Her mother gave a little laugh before giving a little sigh herself, and looked worriedly at her. "Are you sure you're feeling better?" she asked anxiously. "You're still awfully pale -- and thin."
"I'm fine mum -- honestly." Izzy smiled tiredly. "The doctor did say it would take me a little while to build up my strength again... that's why they call it convalescing I guess!"
Her mum's eyes filled with sudden tears. "We were so worried when you got so sick, and when the doctor said pneumonia!" She whispered, her lips trembling. "We thought we were going to lose you!"
Izzy felt her chest tighten, at her mum's distress. "Well I'm all better now." She said cheerfully which changed rapidly into a frown. "I'm afraid that I pretty much ruined Christmas for all of you though!" she said apologetically -- for the hundredth time. She gave her mum a kind of pathetic smile as she sank tiredly down on the bed.
"Don't be so daft!" Her mum begged her as she opened the bedroom door. She was just about to leave when she suddenly remembered why she had come up in the first place.
"Oh, by the way," she said taking an envelope out of her cardigan pocket. "This letter came for you not long ago."
"Uh oh." Izzy sighed as she recognised the senders stamp on the envelope.
"What is it?" her mum asked anxiously.
"I've been expecting this." She felt a little twinge of regret as a chapter of her life seemed to be closing on her. "It's work... or rather it's the sack."
"Oh love no!" her mum seemed to be more upset for her, than Izzy was herself.
"Well I have been off for nearly six weeks now mum, and there's not much sign of me going back any time soon. It's not fair for Sheila to be doing her work -- and mine indefinitely."
"But what will you do?"
Izzy gave another little sigh. "I've got quite a bit of money saved what with one thing and another. With this illness going on for so long I've not had a chance to spend anything in ages... And work will owe me some holiday pay." She gave her mum a smile full of a confidence she didn't actually feel. "Maybe this little break is exactly what I need right now. I'll come back refreshed and I'll go out and get another job. Arthur will give me a reference... I'm sure of it." She had quickly scanned the letter as she spoke to her mum. "He's asking me to give him a call so that we can sort something out, but I think it best if I just resign."
"Well while you go and give them a ring; I'll dig out that suitcase for you."
Izzy sat talking to Arthur for a little while. He was a good man and she had been an excellent worker for his accounting firm. "We'll all miss you my dear, but we've just had a young woman come in on a government grant and she's very interested in the book keeping side that you and Sheila have been covering."
"I know Arthur and I really appreciate how long you've kept the position open for me. I'm only sorry that it's taken me so long to realise, that I just won't be fit for work any time soon."