Chapter 4

"Amara, he's on the line again. And these bouquets of flowers just won't stop coming! I'm getting scared, okay... I seriously think you have a very rich stalker on your ass!"

Amara just laughed on the other line, telling Peter to be a man, and forward all of her incoming calls to her mobile. It has been three days and he was either smitten by her or just wouldn't take no as an answer.

"I'm working from home until that crazy Italian stalker is bored with me. Oh and get me an escort agency for my date to the banquet tonight, tell them I want a sexy, clean-cut, thirtyish man, oh... and tell them it's a formal, so I need my Woody in a tux."

She giggles at the double-meaning words, making Peter groaned on the other line.

"You know what? I'll get you a Woody and get you off your sexless lifestyle. It's been months Amara, you need to get laid."

That was when it was her turn to groan making him laugh on the other line.

"Just fetch me the wood, a