Chapter Seven
Getting to Know Angie
For the next couple of hours Angie and I worked on our own projects. She showed me to the study, and let me spread my textbooks out at one end of the huge table there. Then she kissed me and headed off for a shower. Half an hour later she floated back into the study on a cloud of shower gel perfume, holding two fresh cups of coffee. She was back in her jeans and blouse, and looked very respectable, as well as totally gorgeous. She’d washed and dried her hair, and it was now tied back in a stylish pony tail.
“What are you working on?” she asked.
“Organic chemistry reactions,” I groaned. “We’ve got the second part of our exam on Tuesday.”
“Lovely!” she said brightly. “I’m going to sit over here and work on my collage. I’ll try not to distract you too
