Mallory Weathers is a stylist in London, dressing stars such as Emma Watson and Benedict Cumberbatch, and even a royal or two. She's a friend and confidante of Tom Hiddleston. She's also his "friend with benefits." It's just fun and games, at lea...
True to his word, Tom texted me that evening asking about having dinner. I told him that I have prior plans tonight, but Thursday is good.
* Yours or mine? he texts.
* Mine. That way I can kick you out when I tire of you, I respond.
* ☹️ Cruel. Maybe I'll kick my own self out before you have the chance.
Wait... that sounded so much better in my head.
I snicker at his response, then I receive a text from Lee.
* Lovely, I'll be there at 6:00 p.m.
* I'll be ready, I respond to Lee before texting Tom quickly.
* Bring Thai food and be here at 7:00, I type then send it to Tom.
I put down my phone and walk to my bedroom, sighing as I look through my closet.
Tonight Lee is taking me to the chief resident's home for an intimate dinner party. Lee said it will be just a few colleagues with their significant others.
Because we've not had much time together since the gala, I'm not sure what to make of our current situation. After all, I made it clear to Lee that I didn't like the way he'd come across to Tom, and I was still smarting about how he'd revealed my secret. If we weren't already committed to tonight's dinner, I might suggest we get takeout and talk.
As I think about our unresolved business, I wonder what Lee will think of me resuming my friendship with Tom.
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"I thought this was just a small dinner party," I say as I see other couples walking into the chief resident's house. Oh, who am I kidding? The chief resident has a mansion.
Lee looks over and smiles at me when he pulls in front of the hired valet. "It is. Just a few residents such as myself. These things are important to my standing amongst the higher ups at the hospital," he says as the valet opens my door.
I adjust my dress as I step out, unsure if my outfit is a little too hip for a dinner at a doctor's mansion.
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"You look beautiful, Lovely. I'm going to be the envy of every man and a few women," he says, putting an arm around my waist to guide me toward the front door.
As we draw closer, the door swings open. I am pretty sure that this is a butler or at least a hired greeter for the evening. That or the chief resident likes to wear a tuxedo and white gloves at dinner parties.
