From Paris With Love This Christmas. Jules Wake
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Название: From Paris With Love This Christmas
Автор: Jules Wake
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780008164317
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She asked him to pour as she concentrated on pouring the omelette batter into the pan. The trick was to cook the bottom and then slide it under the grill to cook the top.
When she whisked the fluffy omelettes onto warm plates with a side salad of leaves and popped one in front of Jason, she smiled at the look of pleasure on his face when he tasted them.
‘Wow, this is amazing.’
She smiled and took a happy slug of red wine. ‘Told you I knew what I was doing.’
‘I take it all back.’ There was a silence between them and then as if he’d suddenly remembered his manners, Jason asked, ‘So how did you get on today?’
‘It was great. I met some really nice people,’ she pulled a face, ‘and some not so nice people. But I’m all trained and ready to go out on the road.’
‘Trained?’
‘Yes.’ Siena felt rather pleased with herself. ‘Apparently I’m an active seller.’
‘And what’s one of those when they’re at home?’
She ignored his scepticism. What did he know? He hadn’t been there today. She was looking forward to going out, helping people improve their homes. Help them reduce and eradicate unnecessary maintenance.
‘An active seller is proactive. Forward thinking. Takes charge. We make the best sellers.’
‘You mean you’re pushy and don’t take no for an answer.’
‘No,’ Siena drew herself up. ‘We develop empathy with the customer and build a relationship.’
‘Good luck with that, you’re going to need it.’
Siena rolled her eyes. What did he know?
‘How’s the red wine?’
‘Good. No, great. I guess if you’re French you know a bit about wines.’
Siena shrugged. She knew what she knew. She’d never really thought about it before. ‘I’m not really French. I’m English. I just grew up there.’ Neither one thing nor the other.
‘I really like this one. What is it?’
‘It’s a Bordeaux Supérieur.’ The best the supermarket had to offer.
‘What’s that when it’s at home?’
‘A wine from the Bordeaux region obviously; but the grapes, mainly Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot, come from the older plots.’
‘It’s very nice.’ He toasted her and took a long sip and then spoilt it by adding with a naughty grin, ‘Would you usually serve this with omelettes?’
‘But of course,’ she toasted him back with a wry smile. ‘Eggs and red wine, always. Haven’t you heard of nouvelle vin? Forget all those stuffy principles of white wine with fish and red wine with beef. That’s all terribly vintage chapeau.’
‘Really?’ Jason looked half convinced until she gave a gurgle of laughter.
‘No,’ she raised her glass and took an appreciative slurp. ‘I thought I deserved a treat after today.’
‘So it went well, did it?’
Half an hour later they were still chatting as Siena emptied the last of the bottle into the two glasses. She was rather grateful that he got up to do the washing up. There did seem to be an awful lot of it.
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