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realizing he was referring to the coffee. Before
she could get up, he stood up. “Never mind, I’ll do it.”
She
stared at him in amazement pouring the coffee, as if it was the most natural
thing for a man and a CEO to be doing. Without asking he added cream and a
spoon of sugar to each cup. He handed hers over.
She
took one of the biscuits from the plate and bit into it. She realized after a
while that he was watching her broodingly, his eyes locked on her lips.
“You
have crumbs on your lips.”
Without
thinking she ran her tongue over her bottom lip and his eyes hungrily followed
it. Her stomach tightened at the look in his eyes, amazed at the electricity
between them. There was no ways they could live together!
As
if reading her mind he demanded. “When are you moving in with me?”
“I
am not moving in with you! We will only be sharing a very large house … and be
assured, that is the only thing we will be sharing … the house!”
“Of
course, only the house.”
Gertrude
stuck her head around the door informing them that the Executives will be ready
in half an hour. Nicolas acknowledged her with a nod, his eyes still fixed on
Samantha.
“So,
when are you moving in?”
She
sighed. “Now is not the time to talk about it.”
“When?”
“Tonight!
Now are you satisfied?”
“Shall
we go?” A satisfied smirk played around his mouth and she wanted to slap it off
his face all the way to Alaska!
Chapter Seven
Nicolas
slammed his cell phone down on the dining room table for the umpteenth time.
It was after eight already and Samantha still have not arrived. His mouth
tightened in a grim line. The phone rang and her name flashed on the screen.
“It’s
about time! Where are you? I am getting worried.” There was a long moment of
silence and he gritted his teeth.
“My
stuff is on its way and should arrive any time now. I am sorry, but something
has come up that I have to deal with on …”
“Where
are you Samantha?” His voice was ominously quiet and she sighed heavily.
“Nicolas,
you are not my keeper nor do I have to inform you of my movements. Suffice it
to say, I will not be moving in just yet. I will appreciate it if you can
oversee the offloading of my stuff. It is mainly boxes, but some of them have
valuables in them.”
He
heard someone call her name in the background, inciting his anger higher.
“Again
I ask where are you, Samantha?”
“I
am at ProcMerge. There is a crisis here that I have to resolve and …” Again
her name was heard. “I am sorry Nicolas, I have to go. I will see you at the
office in the morning.” And the phone went dead in his ear.
He
sat fuming. He had been looking forward to her moving in with him here at the
ranch the whole day. He moved in after he returned from his quick trip to New
York and was extremely frustrated that she procrastinated from her side.
Mary,
the housekeeper came bustling through the door, a frown pinching her brow.
“There is a man at the door claiming he is delivering Miss DuPont’s goods. This
time of night?”
Nicolas
rose and strode past her towards the door. “Samantha just phoned to tell me
they were on their way. It is apparently only boxes, so it would probably be
best to have them pack it in the spare room on this floor.”
He
was more relaxed after talking to her and overseeing her possessions being
stored. At least it was proof that she had every intention of moving here …
even though she delayed the actuality there off once again.
By
Friday afternoon Nicolas was not so sure the move was ever going to happen.
Samantha went directly to ProcMerge every afternoon to spend another three to
four hours to finalize the business strategy required for a prominent client of
theirs. He could not even complain that because of her working such long hours
she was slacking at Global. She seemed to be energized and excited by the
pressure of
she could get up, he stood up. “Never mind, I’ll do it.”
She
stared at him in amazement pouring the coffee, as if it was the most natural
thing for a man and a CEO to be doing. Without asking he added cream and a
spoon of sugar to each cup. He handed hers over.
She
took one of the biscuits from the plate and bit into it. She realized after a
while that he was watching her broodingly, his eyes locked on her lips.
“You
have crumbs on your lips.”
Without
thinking she ran her tongue over her bottom lip and his eyes hungrily followed
it. Her stomach tightened at the look in his eyes, amazed at the electricity
between them. There was no ways they could live together!
As
if reading her mind he demanded. “When are you moving in with me?”
“I
am not moving in with you! We will only be sharing a very large house … and be
assured, that is the only thing we will be sharing … the house!”
“Of
course, only the house.”
Gertrude
stuck her head around the door informing them that the Executives will be ready
in half an hour. Nicolas acknowledged her with a nod, his eyes still fixed on
Samantha.
“So,
when are you moving in?”
She
sighed. “Now is not the time to talk about it.”
“When?”
“Tonight!
Now are you satisfied?”
“Shall
we go?” A satisfied smirk played around his mouth and she wanted to slap it off
his face all the way to Alaska!
Chapter Seven
Nicolas
slammed his cell phone down on the dining room table for the umpteenth time.
It was after eight already and Samantha still have not arrived. His mouth
tightened in a grim line. The phone rang and her name flashed on the screen.
“It’s
about time! Where are you? I am getting worried.” There was a long moment of
silence and he gritted his teeth.
“My
stuff is on its way and should arrive any time now. I am sorry, but something
has come up that I have to deal with on …”
“Where
are you Samantha?” His voice was ominously quiet and she sighed heavily.
“Nicolas,
you are not my keeper nor do I have to inform you of my movements. Suffice it
to say, I will not be moving in just yet. I will appreciate it if you can
oversee the offloading of my stuff. It is mainly boxes, but some of them have
valuables in them.”
He
heard someone call her name in the background, inciting his anger higher.
“Again
I ask where are you, Samantha?”
“I
am at ProcMerge. There is a crisis here that I have to resolve and …” Again
her name was heard. “I am sorry Nicolas, I have to go. I will see you at the
office in the morning.” And the phone went dead in his ear.
He
sat fuming. He had been looking forward to her moving in with him here at the
ranch the whole day. He moved in after he returned from his quick trip to New
York and was extremely frustrated that she procrastinated from her side.
Mary,
the housekeeper came bustling through the door, a frown pinching her brow.
“There is a man at the door claiming he is delivering Miss DuPont’s goods. This
time of night?”
Nicolas
rose and strode past her towards the door. “Samantha just phoned to tell me
they were on their way. It is apparently only boxes, so it would probably be
best to have them pack it in the spare room on this floor.”
He
was more relaxed after talking to her and overseeing her possessions being
stored. At least it was proof that she had every intention of moving here …
even though she delayed the actuality there off once again.
By
Friday afternoon Nicolas was not so sure the move was ever going to happen.
Samantha went directly to ProcMerge every afternoon to spend another three to
four hours to finalize the business strategy required for a prominent client of
theirs. He could not even complain that because of her working such long hours
she was slacking at Global. She seemed to be energized and excited by the
pressure of
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