Little Lady, Big Apple
Chapter One
My name is Melissa Romney-Jones, but between the hours of nine and five you can call me Honey.
That's when I'm at work, running the Little Lady Agency, London's premier freelance girlfriend service. During office hours, I'm Honey Blennerhesket, queen of scruffy bachelors and scourge of slacking domestics. The Little Lady Agency, my very own business, is the first port of call for hopeless single chaps who need to borrow a woman's expertise for the afternoon. You'd be astounded how many of them there are.
It's not, I should stress, as racy as it sounds, but it has completely changed my outlook on men, in more ways than one.
As it says on my business cards, I offer -- or, rather, Honey offers -- every girlfriend service a man could need, except sex and laundry. Aside from that, I'll tackle anything, no matter how random or daunting, and it certainly keeps me busy. In the last year, for instance, I've advised on the purchase of hundreds of suits; put a couple of would-be grannies right off the idea of grandchildren; helped break off five engagements and assisted nine marriage proposals; salvaged thr ... read full excerpt from: Little Lady, Big Apple ebook
