Page 135 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

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'Oh, hello, darling,' said Daniel in his gentlest, politest voice. 'I'm really sorry
to bother you. I did ring earlier and leave a message on your answerphone. It's
just I've been stuck in the most tedious board meeting you can imagine for the
entire evening and I so much wanted to see you. I'll just give you a little kiss and

then go, if you like. Can I come up?'

'Burr. All right, then,' I muttered grumpily, pressed the buzzer and lurched
back to the table. 'Bloody bastard.'

'Culture of Entitlement,' growled Sharon. 'Cooking, succor, beautiful young
girls' bodies when they're old and fat. Think women are there to give them what

they're bloody entitled . . . Here, have we run out of wine?'

Then Daniel appeared up the stairs, smiling lovingly. He looked tired yet

fresh-faced, clean-shaven and very neat in his suit. He was holding three boxes
of Milk Tray.

'I bought you all one of these,' he said, one eyebrow raised sexily, 'to eat with
your coffee. Don't let me interrupt. I've done the shopping for the weekend.'

He carried eight Cullens carrier bags into the kitchen and started putting
everything away.

At that moment the phone rang. It was the mini-cab firm the girls had rung
half an hour earlier saying there'd been a terrible multiple pile-up in Ladbroke
Grove, plus all their cars had unexpectedly exploded and they weren't going to
be able to come for another three hours.

'How far are you going?' said Daniel. 'I'll drive you home. You can't hang

around the streets looking for cabs at this time of night.'

As the girls fluttered around finding their handbags and grinning stupidly at
Daniel, I started eating all the nut, praline, fudge or caramel-based chocolates