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Authors: Kay Jaybee
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day for small talk; the thing is ...’
He silently cursed at the appearance of their starter, a giant plate of crispy seaweed and prawn toast, which cut him off mid sentence.
Picking up some toast rather gingerly, Sally gestured towards him encouragingly, ‘You were saying ...?’
‘Yes, well, the thing is, well, ummm, I’m your boss. More or less your boss. On Friday I will be anyway ...’ Cameron rolled his dripping napkin into a ball and placed it on the side plate next to him, his gaze remaining on it as he spoke, ‘... and I can’t stop thinking about you. Which is not great, you know, because of me being your boss I mean.’
Sally felt the blush that had been climbing through her hit her face, and her cheeks began to colour as she listened. He still wasn’t looking at her, but was studying a spoonful of seaweed as he piled it onto his plate.
‘You can’t imagine how difficult it’s been working in the office next to you, trying to concentrate on learning the Zelcon way of doing things, when all I really wanted to do was to stare at you through the connecting window.’
A piece of prawn toast plummeted from her fingers, hitting her plate with a small clatter. Sally couldn’t believe what she was hearing. ‘But you hate me – hated me. You always seemed so cross with me compared to how you were with the other girls!’
‘Hate you?’ Cameron almost denied it completely, but thought better of it. Talking softly now, he said, ‘I didn’t hate you, Sally. How could I? But Graham went on and on about how amazing you were at your job; how organised, how much the clients loved you. And all I saw was a rather clumsy woman with a gorgeous cleavage, who was habitually dotted in blobs of soup and crumbs, and who walked into doorframes that had been in the same place for years.’
Sally picked up her fallen toast and shook her head ruefully. ‘I am clumsy. I can’t seem to help it. Always have been. It doesn’t stop me being good at my job, though.’
Cameron raised his eyes briefly to meet hers. ‘I know that now.’ He lowered his gaze again, pushing his food around his plate with the chopsticks, ‘Now I’ve seen you in conference mode. It’s like you’re a completely different person out there on the sales floor!’
‘It’s how I cope with the stage fright. I make believe I’m someone more confident, less likely to tip stuff up. Sadly, I can’t maintain it all the time!’
He sighed, ‘Look, I’m sorry I misjudged you, but that didn’t stop me from fantasising about you. You worked your way into my subconscious, woman, even before I wanted you there.’
Having assumed that Cameron had been about to go on and talk about work, and tell her it was now impossible for them to work together, Sally was more than a little surprised at his confession, and found herself wanting to clarify it. ‘You thought about me?’ She felt a self-conscious flutter of embarrassment. Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself sternly, you’ve sucked his cock for heaven’s sake! Gathering herself, Sally leant forward across the table, and unable to keep the surprise from her voice whispered, ‘You thought about me in an erotic way before we came to Oxford?’
Taking a gulp of wine, Cameron sat up straighter, and stared directly into Sally’s eyes. It suddenly seemed pointless to be shy about this, especially considering what they’d been doing this time last night, ‘Yes, I did. You might not like how I thought of you though – in my fantasy I mean.’
His eyes had taken on the same seductive twinkle Sally had seen when she’d been crouched beneath the trade table earlier that day. ‘Try me. I don’t shock that easy.’ She took a bite of crispy toast, chewing thoughtfully as she added, ‘If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.’
Cameron grinned. ‘You’ve been doing it too?’
‘Not until we got here, but yes …’ Sally began to bluster. ‘It was Carol’s fault at first, teasing me
He silently cursed at the appearance of their starter, a giant plate of crispy seaweed and prawn toast, which cut him off mid sentence.
Picking up some toast rather gingerly, Sally gestured towards him encouragingly, ‘You were saying ...?’
‘Yes, well, the thing is, well, ummm, I’m your boss. More or less your boss. On Friday I will be anyway ...’ Cameron rolled his dripping napkin into a ball and placed it on the side plate next to him, his gaze remaining on it as he spoke, ‘... and I can’t stop thinking about you. Which is not great, you know, because of me being your boss I mean.’
Sally felt the blush that had been climbing through her hit her face, and her cheeks began to colour as she listened. He still wasn’t looking at her, but was studying a spoonful of seaweed as he piled it onto his plate.
‘You can’t imagine how difficult it’s been working in the office next to you, trying to concentrate on learning the Zelcon way of doing things, when all I really wanted to do was to stare at you through the connecting window.’
A piece of prawn toast plummeted from her fingers, hitting her plate with a small clatter. Sally couldn’t believe what she was hearing. ‘But you hate me – hated me. You always seemed so cross with me compared to how you were with the other girls!’
‘Hate you?’ Cameron almost denied it completely, but thought better of it. Talking softly now, he said, ‘I didn’t hate you, Sally. How could I? But Graham went on and on about how amazing you were at your job; how organised, how much the clients loved you. And all I saw was a rather clumsy woman with a gorgeous cleavage, who was habitually dotted in blobs of soup and crumbs, and who walked into doorframes that had been in the same place for years.’
Sally picked up her fallen toast and shook her head ruefully. ‘I am clumsy. I can’t seem to help it. Always have been. It doesn’t stop me being good at my job, though.’
Cameron raised his eyes briefly to meet hers. ‘I know that now.’ He lowered his gaze again, pushing his food around his plate with the chopsticks, ‘Now I’ve seen you in conference mode. It’s like you’re a completely different person out there on the sales floor!’
‘It’s how I cope with the stage fright. I make believe I’m someone more confident, less likely to tip stuff up. Sadly, I can’t maintain it all the time!’
He sighed, ‘Look, I’m sorry I misjudged you, but that didn’t stop me from fantasising about you. You worked your way into my subconscious, woman, even before I wanted you there.’
Having assumed that Cameron had been about to go on and talk about work, and tell her it was now impossible for them to work together, Sally was more than a little surprised at his confession, and found herself wanting to clarify it. ‘You thought about me?’ She felt a self-conscious flutter of embarrassment. Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself sternly, you’ve sucked his cock for heaven’s sake! Gathering herself, Sally leant forward across the table, and unable to keep the surprise from her voice whispered, ‘You thought about me in an erotic way before we came to Oxford?’
Taking a gulp of wine, Cameron sat up straighter, and stared directly into Sally’s eyes. It suddenly seemed pointless to be shy about this, especially considering what they’d been doing this time last night, ‘Yes, I did. You might not like how I thought of you though – in my fantasy I mean.’
His eyes had taken on the same seductive twinkle Sally had seen when she’d been crouched beneath the trade table earlier that day. ‘Try me. I don’t shock that easy.’ She took a bite of crispy toast, chewing thoughtfully as she added, ‘If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.’
Cameron grinned. ‘You’ve been doing it too?’
‘Not until we got here, but yes …’ Sally began to bluster. ‘It was Carol’s fault at first, teasing me
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