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anxious. Compared to McLean & Associates, it was like night and day.
When she stepped off the elevator, the atmosphere changed entirely to one of calm and quiet. Soft music played off in the distance, it was barely there. Even the phone at the reception desk chimed softly as she got closer. Etched, pale green, glass walls replaced the usual wallpapered or paneled look of most offices, making it feel light and cheerful. It was very refreshing to see. She had often suggested this look to clients, who were very quick to push the idea aside in favor of solid private walls instead.
“May I help you?” a pretty young redhead sitting at reception asked with a smile.
“I have a delivery for Chase Dean from McLean & Associates, he’s expecting it.” Eden held out the tube to the receptionist. She put her hand up in protest, like Eden was trying to hand her a bag of radioactive dog shit or plutonium. The idea brought a smile to her face remembering a scene from Beverly Hills Cop were Eddie Murphy carried a bag to the receptionist, pretending it was some kind of explosive, in an attempt to get in to see the bad guy.
“One moment, please.” She lifted the receiver on the phone and spoke quietly. “Delivery Sir, from McLean… Yes Sir.”
“Left down the hall. The last door on the right.” The pretty little redhead pointed with her pencil.
“Thank you.”
Eden suddenly felt alone in the solace of the hallway. It was long and seemed to go on forever. The etched, glass walls did not allow her the ability to see beyond them. She approached the glass door that read ‘Chase Dean, Chief Executive Officer’ in bold gold lettering, knocking quietly.
“Come in,” his slow, seductive voice called out to her. She slid the door open. It glided easily along its track, and she watched carefully, in fear of it sliding beyond its end.
“Well hello. Isn’t this a nice surprise? I was expecting Adam.” He stood and she walked over to his glass top desk.
“Mr. Hawthorn couldn’t make it. He sent me with the blueprints and site drawings.” She held out the drawing tube, and he took it, placing it on his desk without taking his eyes off of her. She fidgeted with her purse, feeling extremely aware of his stare.
“Design executive, part-time bartender, and now delivery girl? We need to get you a raise so you can give up one of these glamorous positions,” Chase joked.
“Oh, very funny. I’m glad you find my miserable existence so amusing...I’d better get going.” She stepped back slightly to make her departure.
“Oh, someone’s in a pissy mood. Have you had lunch Miss Fox? Are you hungry? Hunger can cause terrible mood swings.” He was taking great delight in this newly discovered side to her. Her moody impatience only added to his need to break her, tame her, to make her his own. Oh, how he enjoyed a challenge.
She checked her watch. “No, I haven’t had time.” Then she realized it was already after two. “I’ll grab a sandwich on the way back to the office. It was nice seeing you again. Goodbye.”
His hand clasped onto her elbow, drawing her eyes to the sight of his huge hand holding her. “Have lunch with me?”
“Thanks, but really I can’t. I have so much to do.” She pulled from his grip, but held her stance.
“We can go down stairs to the coffee shop for a quick bite. You have to eat, and I don’t like to eat alone.” He smiled at her, his beautiful eyes searching for an answer.
She rubbed her hand over her forehead and contemplated. How can I resist that face? she asked herself. “Ok, a quick bite. I really shouldn’t, but you’re right. I am hungry. I didn’t realize it.”
“Good.” He shrugged on his jacket, then headed toward the door where she stood waiting. He slipped his hand to the small of her back. The sensation of his hot hand though her clothing was savory as he led her down the hallway to the elevator. He pushed the button and turned to the receptionist.
“I’m going to
When she stepped off the elevator, the atmosphere changed entirely to one of calm and quiet. Soft music played off in the distance, it was barely there. Even the phone at the reception desk chimed softly as she got closer. Etched, pale green, glass walls replaced the usual wallpapered or paneled look of most offices, making it feel light and cheerful. It was very refreshing to see. She had often suggested this look to clients, who were very quick to push the idea aside in favor of solid private walls instead.
“May I help you?” a pretty young redhead sitting at reception asked with a smile.
“I have a delivery for Chase Dean from McLean & Associates, he’s expecting it.” Eden held out the tube to the receptionist. She put her hand up in protest, like Eden was trying to hand her a bag of radioactive dog shit or plutonium. The idea brought a smile to her face remembering a scene from Beverly Hills Cop were Eddie Murphy carried a bag to the receptionist, pretending it was some kind of explosive, in an attempt to get in to see the bad guy.
“One moment, please.” She lifted the receiver on the phone and spoke quietly. “Delivery Sir, from McLean… Yes Sir.”
“Left down the hall. The last door on the right.” The pretty little redhead pointed with her pencil.
“Thank you.”
Eden suddenly felt alone in the solace of the hallway. It was long and seemed to go on forever. The etched, glass walls did not allow her the ability to see beyond them. She approached the glass door that read ‘Chase Dean, Chief Executive Officer’ in bold gold lettering, knocking quietly.
“Come in,” his slow, seductive voice called out to her. She slid the door open. It glided easily along its track, and she watched carefully, in fear of it sliding beyond its end.
“Well hello. Isn’t this a nice surprise? I was expecting Adam.” He stood and she walked over to his glass top desk.
“Mr. Hawthorn couldn’t make it. He sent me with the blueprints and site drawings.” She held out the drawing tube, and he took it, placing it on his desk without taking his eyes off of her. She fidgeted with her purse, feeling extremely aware of his stare.
“Design executive, part-time bartender, and now delivery girl? We need to get you a raise so you can give up one of these glamorous positions,” Chase joked.
“Oh, very funny. I’m glad you find my miserable existence so amusing...I’d better get going.” She stepped back slightly to make her departure.
“Oh, someone’s in a pissy mood. Have you had lunch Miss Fox? Are you hungry? Hunger can cause terrible mood swings.” He was taking great delight in this newly discovered side to her. Her moody impatience only added to his need to break her, tame her, to make her his own. Oh, how he enjoyed a challenge.
She checked her watch. “No, I haven’t had time.” Then she realized it was already after two. “I’ll grab a sandwich on the way back to the office. It was nice seeing you again. Goodbye.”
His hand clasped onto her elbow, drawing her eyes to the sight of his huge hand holding her. “Have lunch with me?”
“Thanks, but really I can’t. I have so much to do.” She pulled from his grip, but held her stance.
“We can go down stairs to the coffee shop for a quick bite. You have to eat, and I don’t like to eat alone.” He smiled at her, his beautiful eyes searching for an answer.
She rubbed her hand over her forehead and contemplated. How can I resist that face? she asked herself. “Ok, a quick bite. I really shouldn’t, but you’re right. I am hungry. I didn’t realize it.”
“Good.” He shrugged on his jacket, then headed toward the door where she stood waiting. He slipped his hand to the small of her back. The sensation of his hot hand though her clothing was savory as he led her down the hallway to the elevator. He pushed the button and turned to the receptionist.
“I’m going to
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