here to tell you … no warn you … under no, and I mean no, fucking circumstances will you go near the sexy brunette upstairs.” My eyes harden . He seems taken back by my request. His body stands more erect, hands coming to the back of his neck, mouth falling lax.
“It is not a request, it is an order. Stay away from her. I am warning you now … do not, and I mean do not, go near her clinic or approach her with your imprudent and inappropriate sleazy chat up lines. She is taken and as you said ‘out of bounds.’ Deal with Mark, the associate, if you have to, but stay away from her.” I walk over to a fetch a notepad from his desk and toss it in front of him.
“I would like Mark’s number please,” I add. He is wise not to push me. He walks over to his phone, scrolls through his contacts, and writes the number down. “Did she refuse to see you or something?” he asks, staring at my running clothes.
“She saw me. And like I said, keep away. If I find out you have been inappropriately referring to her as the hot, sexy brunette with colleagues or members, I will take this to HR. Give the woman a bit of respect please. She is not some random whore for you all to fantasise over.” I fold the paper and place it in my shorts.
I know I am coming off as harsh, but his notorious reputation and comments from earlier are at the front of my mind. The sexy brunette is taken. She is out of bounds, and I will not tolerate him degrading her or drawing unwanted male attention to her behind my back.
She is mine and the only attention I would allow Lexi to be shown is from me. Attention in the best possible way, the gentlemanly way. Not from a user … player … inconsiderate dickhead like him … the old me.
“Lucca, I’m sorry if I sounded offensive or unprofessional earlier. I was just being casual, man to man, giving you the heads up. Come on …you can’t say you never noticed how … um …” He slackens his tie. Good … I hope you feel the heat, prick. You fucking should. He should take notice of my threat because I fucking mean it. And I noticed alright, but I am not about to tell this dickhead that.
Without commenting, I lean over giving him a perfunctory hand shake. “I am glad we cleared that up. Great work today. I never told you how much I appreciated your insight in the meeting. Please tell Kirsty I am sorry about my tone. The back pain and my heavy workload are making me cranky, so I am sorry if I sound unreasonable.”
I lie. In fact I have never felt as elated, as on top of the world, as I do right now. My back pain seems to be subsiding, muscles relaxed, headache surpassed, and mind chock-full with visions of the beautiful Doc, but shit, my change in temperament comes from a deep-rooted possessive alpha male streak I have which has apparently decided to raise its caveman head.
All to protect the Doc, the intriguing woman upstairs.
“No worries, I understand. I hope that back of yours eases up.”
Leaving him to it, I grab my bag and suit from the changing room, forgoing changing back into it. The smell of Lexi’s perfume clings to my T-shirt, and I want to indulge in her scent just a little longer.
I retrieve my paperwork, laptop, keys, and phone from my office then lock up. I contemplate waiting for Lexi to finish, offer to drive her home … anything to steal more time with her, but I have the lads coming over tonight and need to pack for my trip.
From the lobby I make a call to Rose, my house keeper, reminding her not to food shop for me this week when she does her errands and to tell Peter to put my Bentley in for a service.
I get caught with some regulars on the way out. Some handshakes, general chit-chat, then I have my bags tossed in the back of my Aston Martin—top down, sunglasses on, heading for home.
The enticing scent of a lamb hot pot, home-made steak pies, and freshly baked cinnamon buns await me when I arrive home. I meet Rose with a double-cheek kiss and pull her in for a
“It is not a request, it is an order. Stay away from her. I am warning you now … do not, and I mean do not, go near her clinic or approach her with your imprudent and inappropriate sleazy chat up lines. She is taken and as you said ‘out of bounds.’ Deal with Mark, the associate, if you have to, but stay away from her.” I walk over to a fetch a notepad from his desk and toss it in front of him.
“I would like Mark’s number please,” I add. He is wise not to push me. He walks over to his phone, scrolls through his contacts, and writes the number down. “Did she refuse to see you or something?” he asks, staring at my running clothes.
“She saw me. And like I said, keep away. If I find out you have been inappropriately referring to her as the hot, sexy brunette with colleagues or members, I will take this to HR. Give the woman a bit of respect please. She is not some random whore for you all to fantasise over.” I fold the paper and place it in my shorts.
I know I am coming off as harsh, but his notorious reputation and comments from earlier are at the front of my mind. The sexy brunette is taken. She is out of bounds, and I will not tolerate him degrading her or drawing unwanted male attention to her behind my back.
She is mine and the only attention I would allow Lexi to be shown is from me. Attention in the best possible way, the gentlemanly way. Not from a user … player … inconsiderate dickhead like him … the old me.
“Lucca, I’m sorry if I sounded offensive or unprofessional earlier. I was just being casual, man to man, giving you the heads up. Come on …you can’t say you never noticed how … um …” He slackens his tie. Good … I hope you feel the heat, prick. You fucking should. He should take notice of my threat because I fucking mean it. And I noticed alright, but I am not about to tell this dickhead that.
Without commenting, I lean over giving him a perfunctory hand shake. “I am glad we cleared that up. Great work today. I never told you how much I appreciated your insight in the meeting. Please tell Kirsty I am sorry about my tone. The back pain and my heavy workload are making me cranky, so I am sorry if I sound unreasonable.”
I lie. In fact I have never felt as elated, as on top of the world, as I do right now. My back pain seems to be subsiding, muscles relaxed, headache surpassed, and mind chock-full with visions of the beautiful Doc, but shit, my change in temperament comes from a deep-rooted possessive alpha male streak I have which has apparently decided to raise its caveman head.
All to protect the Doc, the intriguing woman upstairs.
“No worries, I understand. I hope that back of yours eases up.”
Leaving him to it, I grab my bag and suit from the changing room, forgoing changing back into it. The smell of Lexi’s perfume clings to my T-shirt, and I want to indulge in her scent just a little longer.
I retrieve my paperwork, laptop, keys, and phone from my office then lock up. I contemplate waiting for Lexi to finish, offer to drive her home … anything to steal more time with her, but I have the lads coming over tonight and need to pack for my trip.
From the lobby I make a call to Rose, my house keeper, reminding her not to food shop for me this week when she does her errands and to tell Peter to put my Bentley in for a service.
I get caught with some regulars on the way out. Some handshakes, general chit-chat, then I have my bags tossed in the back of my Aston Martin—top down, sunglasses on, heading for home.
The enticing scent of a lamb hot pot, home-made steak pies, and freshly baked cinnamon buns await me when I arrive home. I meet Rose with a double-cheek kiss and pull her in for a
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