Damien was towing the line after their terse words, He was now home at night and nutritious meals seemed to be happening. The week dawdled along with work and a couple sessions with her personal trainer, with whom she had a love/hate relationship. Noella often found his approach and the work he set pretty tough, but she felt great and looked fantastic and so she accepted that the effort and discomfort was worth it.
Friday brought lunch with Jodie and Suzie. They tried a new place in Malvern the "Fork and Spoon" which was a hit, with its delicious fresh and healthy food. Noella was excited to tell them about her new car, but she said not a word about Mark, as she wasn't sure how they would take her screwing the salesman. Maybe she would tell them another day.
The weekend brought Emily for the weekend and Stephanie stayed overnight Saturday, which resulted in a girls shopping day at the mall on Sunday. New skirts, shirts and jeans for the girls and what would a shopping day be without a new pair of shoes for everyone. Noella enjoyed buying the girls lunch at one of the cafes, over which they had a great chat. This allowed her to instil on them that she was still their Mum, even though she didn't live with them, she would always be there for them. She was also interested to hear them complain about their fathers new girlfriend who was barley older than they were. After the shopping was done, she dropped the girls at Damien's and went home, pretty comfortable where things were in her life, but she was a little concerned about Damien's increasing desire for ever younger women.
Monday brought school duties with Emily again, but no phone call from Mark, but she resisted the temptation to shoot off a text, not wanting to appear over keen, but she didn't think she'd be so controlled on Tuesday if there was no word from Mark.
She needn't have worried as at exactly 9-30am on Tuesday, just after she had dropped Emily to school, Mark rang. It was "salesman" Mark, not "the hot stud" that rang advising Noella that her car had arrived.
"Hi Noella."
"Hi Mark." she replied, barely able to disguise her desire.
"Good news." he announced. " Your E500 Convertible Mercedes Benz has arrived and is being given its final check and will be ready for pick up at 12-30." he advised, with not a hint of the attraction they shared a few days ago.
"That is wonderful news! Will you be their to show me how to drive it?"
"I wouldn't miss it for anything." Mark's all business persona finally broke and a cheeky smile entered his voice.
"Maybe we could do lunch?" Noella proposed hopefully.
"Maybe we could DO more than lunch?" he quipped
"Now your just being cheeky!" she scolded.
"I'll see you at 12-30!"
"See you then!"
Ooh I'm so hot for him!
She went up stairs to pick an outfit that would fitting for picking up her new car from dreamy Mark, on what was predicted to be a warm sunny day.
A half an hour later she had laid out a red figure hugging dress with tapered shoulder straps. She added skin tone hold up stockings, a glitzy sparkly belt that matched a pair of outrageous shoes from her "new Noella" shopping spree, that sparkled allover and possessed the biggest heels she had ever bought. A large red leather hold all bag was added to carry a more practical pair of flats for driving, which were also sparkly all over.
Nothing like colour co-ordinating with your car!
She went then went down and took all her personal nick knacks from her little BMW, which she was trading in on the new car. It was a little sad, as it had been a trusty little car, but it was time to move on up in the world.
Midday soon came around and she finished getting dressed. She cut a sharp figure, the slim line dress highlighted her sleek gym toned figure, her firm breasts emphasised by a revealing neckline, that showed a hint of her red bra, making the whole effect very alluring.
Standing in front of the mirror checking her make-up, she was very satisfied with outcome.
Hot but not slutty! Perfect!
She bounced down stairs to the garage, excited by the prospect of driving her new steed and her imminent re-connection with Mark.
Twelve thirty on the dot she pulled up in front of the Mercedes dealership. Mark was out the front waiting, which made her heart skip with excitement. He opened the car door for her as she quickly changed shoes before standing and giving him a neat peck on the cheek.
"Hi Noella! You're looking awesome.....as usual!"
"Why thank you." she replied with a flutter. "It's lovely to see you again."
"Come inside and we'll get you to sign some papers and then we can take your new machine for a drive."
"Great!" replied Noella as they headed inside, Noella once again creating a major distraction for the salesmen in the showroom. Mark guided her into the office of Miles, the Sales Manager, where they spent about twenty minutes completing the finance and registration papers. As they were leaving Mark asked Miles if he could have some time to take Noella to lunch. Miles agreed that would be fine, but he told Mark he needed to be back by two thirty for a meeting. Noella's heart sunk as she had hoped for a little afternoon delight.
Damn! I'm going to have find a way to get my hands on him some other way.
Mark ushered her through to a garage area on the side of the showroom where Noella's beautiful new car stood. She stopped, stunned by the beauty of the gleaming red Benz that awaited her, looking elegant with the top down.
"Oh Mark! It's beautiful!"
"You're right. It is beautiful and it's yours."
"It hasn't sunk in yet."
"It is yours and I think its time for a drive." He took Noella by the hand and lead her around to the drivers side door. Opening it, he stepped aside allowing Noella to slide in behind the wheel, where she slid off her monster heels, again exchanging them for flats that she carried in her handhold all bag.
Mark helped her adjust the seat and mirrors before jumping in the passenger seat, which was the signal for Noella to fire up the engine. She pressed the ignition button causing a sweet growl to escape from the exhaust. Carefully she guided the impressive machine out onto the highway heading for Bay St. which would lead them down onto the Beach Rd. Mark told her to head for St. Kilda where he had made a restaurant reservation.
As they swept through the North Brighton shops down towards the Beach Rd., Noella marvelled at how beautiful the red Mercedes was to drive. With the top down, she enjoyed the feeling of the sun and the freedom this gave her. Mark sat in the passenger seat, dialling up music on his phone and Blue Toothing it to the car sound system. Michael Jackson's "Thriller" was currently blasting the atmosphere, with Bon Jovi's "Living On a Prayer." soon to follow. He had a big smile on his face as he watched Noella fall in love with her car. Few words were spoken, but there was a certain electricity between them that made words redundant.
As they sat at the junction of Bay St and Beach Rd, Noella piped up.
"Where's the lunch booking?"
"Donnelli's"
"Very nice. I'm impressed."
"So you should be." bragged Mark
She flashed him a dirty look, but secretly enjoyed this friendly banter.
They swept around the beach road, the red Mercedes effortlessly sweeping around the curved road. They turned more than a few heads, such was the majesty of the German auto. Soon they arrived at Donnelli's, a beautiful restaurant which occupies a building bathers used as changing rooms in years gone by. Now because of its ideal location right in the bay foreshore it was one of the must go to places in the city. Noella pulled her amazing new car up in the front of the restaurant, synchronistically finding a car park right outside. Mark filled the parking meter and they walked inside.
Fab!
The head waiter escorted them to a table for two right on the window, giving them a panoramic view of the bay. Taking their places as the waiters pulled back their chairs, Noella thrilled at the beauty of the place, which was decked out like a beach house. The handsome company she was keeping caused her heart to flutter a little.
Mark ordered a glass of French Champagne for each of them. When it arrived he made a toast.
