Mathilda, SuperWitch (Mathilda's Book of Shadows #1)(33)

“Have some of mine.” Aidan offered his drink.

I glugged back a huge gulp of Aidan’s drink to wash away gag-martini.

And…

“Mm, yummy.”

Yes, that’s what I said.

I couldn’t help myself, it was divine.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Pimm’s.”

What on earth is Pimm’s? And where did I get me some?

I didn’t get to ask as Sophia Loren was back at our table with a bottle that said “Martini” on it.

“See, Martini, martini,” she yammered at me.

Ack!

It may say Martini but I knew martini, I’d spent a lot of time with martini and that Martini was no martini.

Date not starting off on best foot but I did smell “fantastic” with added bonus of being introduced to Pimm’s.

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Get this Part Three:

Was seated in dining area with a Pimm’s of my own and all signs of gag-martini whisked away.

I’d ordered halibut in lobster, brandy, cream sauce.

I’d eat tire in lobster, brandy, cream sauce.

Date was getting back on track when Aidan settled in across from me looking at me like he’d like to eat me for dinner.

Yay!

And then…

“Aidan.”

I didn’t say it.

No.

In fact, Douglas Freaking Addison said it.

Douglas GQ Addison stood beside my table at the Swank Italian Place in little seafront town with Victorian pier in England.

I know what you are thinking and no, I didn’t enter a new dimension, I was still in my dimension with Douglas Addison standing by my table.

And…

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Get this Part Four:

Agatha Darling stood next to him.

19 March

Had to go – was late for “My Cauldron and Me” classes with Antonia and then got too busy with everything else. Antonia is helping me stock my Witch Larder – and that means shopping, and one shop leads to another shop, it’s a natural progression. Everyone knows that. So now I have some new crystals, more herbs, some lovely glass vials in different shapes with cork tops, some more candles and candlestick holders and a new Lulu Guinness handbag.

Anyway…

Still reeling from genius doctor date.

May also be reeling from the fact that, four days later, Aidan hasn’t called me.

It ended on a sweet note, however, I could see in Aidan’s mind that note was kinda bittersweet, but still.

This is how the evening progressed:

“Aidan!” Douglas Addison said.

“Doug.” Aidan stood and they shook hands.

“This is a small world,” Douglas Addison noted.

No duh.

What was he doing at Swank Italian Place in Clevedon with Agatha Darling, my arch-nemesis no less?

“What on earth are you doing here?” (Aidan, thankfully asking my question)

“I could ask you the same.” (Addison)

Ha ha – laughter and joviality while I watched Agatha Darling to make sure she wasn’t putting some whammy on me.

Aidan turned to me and put an arm light around my waist, pulling me closer (nice). “Let me to introduce you to Mathilda Honeycutt.”

Then Addison turned to me.

“Miss Honeycutt,” he said quietly.

And I looked into his eyes.

* * * * *

I suppose there are bad guys out there who could charm you with a look, no matter how good you are or how bad they are.

I mean, Tony Soprano for one.

I think it would take Tony Soprano approximately five minutes to make me his best friend. It was the eyes, they sparkled. You didn’t know if it was mischief, kindness, genuine goodness even with a blackened heart.

I’d been in love with Tony Soprano from the minute I saw my first episode of The Sopranos.

It was f**ked up love with a vicious, fictional Mafioso dude but it was still love.

* * * * *

Douglas Addison smiled at me.

The smile reached his eyes.

“I’m delighted to meet you,” he said and I knew he meant it.

From that minute, he had me.

I put my hand out to shake his. He took my hand, turned it, held it gently and kissed it.

Not in a sexy way, but in a sweet, respectful way.

“And I you,” I returned and, believe it or not, I meant it too.

Ack!

Weird.

Too weird.

Gran was gonna disown me.

Addison seemed to remember himself, let me go and introduced us to Darling.

She bobbed her head in a distracted way whilst looking around the restaurant with an attitude and posture that clearly stated she felt she was slumming.

She had little to no interest in me.

Which I thought was super-weird.

I, on the other hand, found her fascinating.

The Institute’s picture of her didn’t do her justice, at all. (She should sue.)

Even though she was average height (and had an unfortunate nose), she was still an imposing and handsome woman. Her clothes were a bit dowdy but of good quality that screamed money.

And the bitch had ‘tude.

She wasn’t scary in a Wicked Witch of the West kind of way. She was scary in a Nicole Kidman in The Others kind of way – uppity and spooky.