said huskily. “You don’t have to go to the village, you can stay anywhere you want”
Again she shook her head sadly. “And you would come and visit me whenever you could make time?”, she prompted gently, seeing understanding come to his eyes. “I’m not cut out to be a mistress Paul” Delving deeply into her eyes, his darkly hooded, he looked as though he was struggling with some inner turmoil before with a small sigh he stepped away from her.
“I’m sorry Mia - I can’t offer you anything else”, his voice soft, as with a small understanding nod she gave him a tremulous half-smile. “I know that Paul… You have been very honest with me…And this is for the best. We both know it” His features solemn, Paul looked away, sighing with frustration. “I wish I felt that way Mia”, he murmured gently before moving further from her. “Sleep well Mia Drake”, he said, a look of understanding crossing between the two before turning, she escaped into her room.
That night as she lay in bed knowing Paul was so close , her body mocked her for rejecting him. She groaned, knowing that she wanted to feel him touch her, kiss her, possess her. As she closed her eyes she could see his dark ones looking into hers with a smouldering fire which was disrupting her whole being, the need for him shocking. He had offered her…what exactly she asked herself…To be a temporary part of his life? Paul James was not a man to be tied down to any one woman, however part of her still yearned for that little time. As she finally drifted into sleep she dreamt of being held within his strong safe arms, and with a gentle smile on her lips she enjoyed an undisturbed sleep, protected by his presence in her dreams.
The next morning she woke early, showering before choosing a chic summer dress which clung to her figure while giving her an air of elegance. When she left her bedroom, Paul was already sitting at the table working on his computer. “Good morning”, he said looking up at her with approval in his eyes. “Sleep well?”, he asked, another question implied in his words. Mia smiled shyly at him. “Yes...Thanks…Told you, just get me away from the village and I’m fine”
He nodded gently. “Well fancy going down for breakfast?” She nodded once more enthusiastically, suddenly feeling hungry as he closed his machine and rose to walk over to her. As he stood so close, dressed in a blue suit with lighter shirt and matching tie, she felt the flutter in her stomach once more at having him so near, feeling the way her own body once again reacted to him. His dark eyes smiled down on her and Mia had to avert hers, feeling just how much his presence was affecting her, her legs suddenly feeling like jelly.
Get a grip of yourself she thought with annoyance, scolding herself that she was behaving like some love-sick school girl as she turned away from him to move to the door of the suite.
In the restaurant he became very business-like, reminding her of why she was there. She was being paid to do a job and Mia listened carefully as he explained who the key players of the conference where, their roles and which language they mainly spoke. Working in Africa Mia had needed to assimilate information quickly and she had developed techniques to remember facts, figures and faces which she knew would stand her in good stead.
Paul was impressed at the quick way she took in the many details he fired at her, asking only sensible and relevant questions. He appreciated her quick mind and added this to the many desirable attributes of Mia Drake.
As they entered the conference area, Paul was quickly surrounded by different men and women. He introduced Mia to everybody as his assistant and she had very quickly been put to work translating for those who were not so good at English, although most had some ability.
Paul had been asked to give the opening and closing keynote speeches of the event,
Again she shook her head sadly. “And you would come and visit me whenever you could make time?”, she prompted gently, seeing understanding come to his eyes. “I’m not cut out to be a mistress Paul” Delving deeply into her eyes, his darkly hooded, he looked as though he was struggling with some inner turmoil before with a small sigh he stepped away from her.
“I’m sorry Mia - I can’t offer you anything else”, his voice soft, as with a small understanding nod she gave him a tremulous half-smile. “I know that Paul… You have been very honest with me…And this is for the best. We both know it” His features solemn, Paul looked away, sighing with frustration. “I wish I felt that way Mia”, he murmured gently before moving further from her. “Sleep well Mia Drake”, he said, a look of understanding crossing between the two before turning, she escaped into her room.
That night as she lay in bed knowing Paul was so close , her body mocked her for rejecting him. She groaned, knowing that she wanted to feel him touch her, kiss her, possess her. As she closed her eyes she could see his dark ones looking into hers with a smouldering fire which was disrupting her whole being, the need for him shocking. He had offered her…what exactly she asked herself…To be a temporary part of his life? Paul James was not a man to be tied down to any one woman, however part of her still yearned for that little time. As she finally drifted into sleep she dreamt of being held within his strong safe arms, and with a gentle smile on her lips she enjoyed an undisturbed sleep, protected by his presence in her dreams.
The next morning she woke early, showering before choosing a chic summer dress which clung to her figure while giving her an air of elegance. When she left her bedroom, Paul was already sitting at the table working on his computer. “Good morning”, he said looking up at her with approval in his eyes. “Sleep well?”, he asked, another question implied in his words. Mia smiled shyly at him. “Yes...Thanks…Told you, just get me away from the village and I’m fine”
He nodded gently. “Well fancy going down for breakfast?” She nodded once more enthusiastically, suddenly feeling hungry as he closed his machine and rose to walk over to her. As he stood so close, dressed in a blue suit with lighter shirt and matching tie, she felt the flutter in her stomach once more at having him so near, feeling the way her own body once again reacted to him. His dark eyes smiled down on her and Mia had to avert hers, feeling just how much his presence was affecting her, her legs suddenly feeling like jelly.
Get a grip of yourself she thought with annoyance, scolding herself that she was behaving like some love-sick school girl as she turned away from him to move to the door of the suite.
In the restaurant he became very business-like, reminding her of why she was there. She was being paid to do a job and Mia listened carefully as he explained who the key players of the conference where, their roles and which language they mainly spoke. Working in Africa Mia had needed to assimilate information quickly and she had developed techniques to remember facts, figures and faces which she knew would stand her in good stead.
Paul was impressed at the quick way she took in the many details he fired at her, asking only sensible and relevant questions. He appreciated her quick mind and added this to the many desirable attributes of Mia Drake.
As they entered the conference area, Paul was quickly surrounded by different men and women. He introduced Mia to everybody as his assistant and she had very quickly been put to work translating for those who were not so good at English, although most had some ability.
Paul had been asked to give the opening and closing keynote speeches of the event,
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