Arbuthnot pressed the huge brass doorbell to the right of the imposing black door and heard the tinkle of a bell echoing down what sounded like a very, very, very,did I say?! very!! long corridor. He shuddered involuntarily as what sounded suspiciously like a wolf, howled somewhere in the distance and started wondering why the hell, he had turned left four miles back rather than right, as he had left his broken down AC Cobra by the side of the road near Much Cheeping under Wallow, the bijoux Cotswolds village he had just spent a day in with Falkoyana Struzz Fitzherbert, his date for the day, who he had met in slightly mysterious circumstances in a dodgy club in Marbella, four days previously.
Now through the door, he heard footsteps, a long way away, echoing and re-echoing down the dark corridor (how did he already know it was dark, dank and smelling of .... no don't go there he thought) and he half turned to leave, but something nameless held him rooted to the spot. Those distant steps now seemed to drum into his ears like pile drivers and had a sharpness and screeching sound that made him feel nauseous, but there was something sexy in all this that fascinated and disturbed him at the same time.
He had left Falkoyana, in the car, yet somehow he now felt it was she who would open the door and the thought of those long legs, the exquisite blond hair and blue, blue eyes gave him courage. The door suddenly was pulled open with astonishing energy, there was a flash of blond hair, Louboutins with impossibly high heels, a powerful scent and .........................
Over to you ......................
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