Fashion is Our Name - Part 8 - Tense Meetings in London
After a busy weekend, we were up in the dark, in a hard rain, with clouds to the ground. Anne and Helen dressed the twins in their warm clothes and had retrieved small size raincoats. The first wave for London, including me, was departing on the 8:40 train and had no time to lose. The others would follow in the Range Rover later in the day if the weather let up.
From the train, I rang Tom Carruthers, who was in early and eager to talk to me. "When can we get together?"
"Our housing is confused right now because the second floor of the building is in the middle of renovation. Would a late lunch, or possibly tea time work?"
"What about cocktails at five at the Connaught? My treat. Will you bring Nicole?"
"Yes, and if it is alright, the Duchess? The three of us have gotten on the same page."
"Well now, you have been busy. That is fine. If we need to get into details, I'll hold a room at my club in reserve."
"Thanks, Tom. We will see you at five."
Anne smiled and kissed me lightly, to curious looks from across the aisle. "I'll pick you up. The hotel?"
"Yes, we're going to the building now, but will need to change for a fancy place like the Connaught."
I gestured to Anne to change places with Helen. In a low voice, I said, "Any other time, you would go with us. But he is a tough ex-SAS male chauvinist and would be upset by three women dropping on him."
She giggled and kissed my cheek. "Adrian! Imagine, protecting poor me from the SAS! I can't thank you enough." Her smirk as she gathered the twins back in her arms was devastating.
Nicole was on the other side of me and whispered, to even more curious looks from the proper ladies, "You are very bad, you have completely liberated the shy student." I got a sharp elbow to go with that.
I took her hand and massaged the fingers. "I'll bet you need to shop for a cocktail dress, don't you?"
"To meet with the richest lawyer in London at the Connaught? Give me your phone so I can call and leave a message for Adele."
It was still raining hard when we arrived, and I helped fold Anne and Helen and the twins into a cab before turning to find Nicole waiting with a second.
More than a trifle damp, we straggled up the stairs at 50 Broad Street to find the tradesmen in full swing. Our contractor had dropped by for a Monday morning coordination meeting and showed us around. The new partitions were up, and electrical conduit was mostly done. Large cardboard boxes with light fixtures were staged here and there. The inspections required before the wall covering could commence were scheduled for two days hence. He inquired whether the space by the windows where the sewing machines were to go was still top priority.
"Yes, indeed. Molly is anxious to begin sorting out the space and helping her women learn the new equipment. Nicole and I and our apartment can wait."
I told him Clarissa's design for the new building entrance had been a big hit, and drawings would be done within three days. He replied, "You've got a fine architect there, Adrian. I've never worked with better." He hesitated and added, "And a fine woman, too."
"That she is," I responded calmly.
I walked to our space in the rear and asked Nicole, "Do we know whether Clarissa and Milton hit it off?"
She nudged me with her hip and said, "There might have been something if you hadn't been around."
We were out of sight of the workers and she pushed me against the wall for a soft kiss. "Since I flipped your switch in the Rye house, you are oozing sex appeal. Whether you know it or not, every time you try to be nice and helpful to a new female acquaintance, what she feels is a hot flash of studly male. You make us go weak in the knees."
She went back to kissing me and I kneaded her back, working slowly down to her delicious tight globes. I whispered in her ear, "A few weeks ago, I was wondering if you would marry me. Now that seems to be all messed up."
She nibbled and said, "No it isn't. The arrangements are just a bit more complicated!"
She stood back, flushed and beautiful. "We all love you, foolish man, and are just as confused as you are."
I was thinking that the sex appeal business was not all one way when her phone chimed. It was Adele.
"Just a second, let me ask Adrian." She looked at me and said, "Adele says she has the perfect dress but it may need a tuck or two. She would like me over there at eleven. Is that all right?"
I gestured for the phone and said, "Stealing my best worker for a fitting for a dumb cocktail occasion?"
In her most preemptory voice, Adele came back, "Master Compton, please present yourself at my shop promptly at twelve to escort us to lunch. I will make the arrangements. We need to talk."
"I knew my wallet was going to be filched. We do need to talk. Will you take us to your version of cheap eats? I have to conserve cash for all these clothes I am buying. Did you hear there is going to be a fourth model?"
I spent the rest of the morning studying the renovation plans, thinking about how to convert space, especially on the first floor, for some of the great ideas the women had floated. One thing stood out. If we were going to have commercial workout and studio facilities, the physical security of the new entrance, and other existing entrances, required a lot of attention. We would need an upscale elevator near the new entrance. Looked like more than an amateur should be mucking with. I would bring it up with Tom.
I had another thought and rang Anne. There was a lot of noise in the background. "Hush boys, it's Adrian. You can talk to him if you are good." To me, she said, "It's nice to hear your voice. What is on your mind?"
"You." I let that echo for a moment. "Your flashing eyes. Your wonderful tight behind running down the path. Your marvelous chest crushed against mine..."
"Adrian! Stop that. I'm going to murder you..."
A lot of noise in the background. "No, I'm not really going to murder him. He just said something very nice about your mom."
"All right. Talk. And not about me."
"A couple of things. First, we are going to do a Duchess number on Tom this afternoon. I want you dressed to the nines. Or however someone of your elevated station dresses for cocktails with expensive lawyers. Nicole is over at Adele's getting fitted for a new frock."
"I am going to learn what you are up to before we get there?"
"Yes, of course. Perhaps Nicole and I should come to you and get dressed there. We also have some things about FION's business plan to discuss."
"So we turn down Tom's offer of dinner and come back here?"
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble?"
"I have a non-negotiable demand."
"Yes."
"If I feed you, and do business after hours, you have to sleep over."
"And play with the twins. Put them on."
Two voices yelling at once, "Adrian! Please come over. We miss you."
Her voice was back on the line, "Well?"
"I miss them too. Tell the little devils I will be there after they have their dinner."
The next call discovered that the Kingham women had put off their drive down for a day because of chores and bad weather. They had taken Clarissa to the train earlier.
Chapter 21 - A Torrid Lunch with Adele