`At last you're back ± I missed you, Anna,' he said. `I've been in a terrible dream and I've just woken up.'
`A dream, Mr Amos?' I asked. I didn't understand what
he was talking about.
`Call me David, darling . . .' he said.
Darling? What did he mean? What was happening?
`Yes . . .' he continued. `I dreamt that I was being awful
to you, treating you as if you were just someone who
worked for me. The truth is that you mean so much more
than that to me . . .'
I wondered what he meant. Was he going to raise my
pay?
He went on. `You must realise that I'm crazy about you,
darling.'
He was calling me darling again. He was being serious.
I have to say that at this point I was feeling very
confused. Five minutes ago my boss didn't want to be seen
with me. Now he was saying he was crazy about me! What
could be making him behave like this? Then, all at once, I
realised: it was the fruitcake special! Intrigue might smell
great, but it didn't make a girl attractive to men. But my
fruitcake perfume did.
`I feel my heart growing with love for you, Anna,' said
Mr Amos. He was looking at my body through the black
dress.
Just then a waitress came to the table. She told me that I
had a telephone call and asked me to answer it in the
lounge.