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would plot and plan until the wedding was scheduled.
Frustration coursed through his veins. He called his assistant and had him set up an early morning meeting for his executive team and instructed him to invite Bridget.
Walking into his house, he called out to Mrs. Blake.
She came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron. “Ah, you’ve returned in one piece this time.”
“Is Bridget here?”
“No. She stayed three nights and then moved to a flat near the Loft Market.”
Why did that irritate him? She should focus on her career. He didn’t need her underfoot.
His housekeeper smiled at him. “Can I get you a light meal?”
“No,” he said in irritation.
Watching her retreat back to the kitchen, he ran a hand through his hair. He could swear that he could smell Bridget’s perfume; he had to be hallucinating.
Walking into the kitchen, he said, “I apologize if I seem out of sorts, Mrs. Blake.”
She continued chopping an onion. “It’s fine. I’m putting the finishing sauce together for a seafood chowder and thought maybe you would ask Ms. North to join you for dinner. She had asked several times when you would return.”
“Bridget North is a new employee that I brought in to help the Breen Hat Company. Olivia had recommended her.” Why was he explaining himself?
“Are you going to ask her to dinner?”
“I doubt it.” He headed to his office on the other side of the converted pub. He needed to immerse himself in work.
***
An hour later, he threw down his pen. He needed a run. Changing into running gear, he left the house and ran his favorite route through the city. It was late afternoon and the sun was oppressive, but he welcomed the intensity.
Getting back to his house drenched with sweat, he decided to invite her for dinner. Avoiding her was a bad move; it had only fueled his erotic thoughts. If anything, he needed to see her before the meeting tomorrow morning. He asked Mrs. Blake to call her and went upstairs for a shower.
***
Bridget disconnected the call and looked around her new flat. Instead of unpacking tonight, she was expected to entertain William Bolles. She hoped he didn’t want an update on Breen. She had spent the last week sorting out a place to live and helping her father. She had planned to start at Breen after meeting with William’s team tomorrow.
After a quick shower, she chose an ivory-and-black tweed sleeveless dress. The contrasting geometric patterned straight skirt added a business look to her outfit. She wanted to move their association into a strictly professional realm and not allow her attraction to him to override her professional goals. If she could help get Breen back to being profitable, it would help her move on.
She walked up the front pathway and turned the old-fashioned door chime. It made sense that William lived in a converted pub in some ways, but it also made her curious. Most of the super wealthy lived outside of the city limits in mansions. Why would he choose a converted pub?
Mrs. Blake answered the door and invited her in.
“You look lovely, my dear. William should be down shortly. Would you like to wait on the terrace or in the living room?”
“The terrace would be lovely. Thank you, Mrs. Blake.”
The old stone patio ran the length of the building and a low stone wall separated it from an expansive lawn and garden area. There was a high privacy fence at the back that protected the outside space from the city.
Bridget sat at the table and spent a few minutes enjoying the late afternoon sun.
William walked outside and stopped abruptly when he saw her. Was he thinking about their last encounter and recalling his regrets?
She stood and he stepped forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Her stomach muscles clenched.
Keeping her voice neutral, she said, “I hope you enjoyed the race.”
He stepped back from her. He wore a light blue pressed shirt and dark jeans. His sculpted body showed off how much time he spent
Frustration coursed through his veins. He called his assistant and had him set up an early morning meeting for his executive team and instructed him to invite Bridget.
Walking into his house, he called out to Mrs. Blake.
She came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron. “Ah, you’ve returned in one piece this time.”
“Is Bridget here?”
“No. She stayed three nights and then moved to a flat near the Loft Market.”
Why did that irritate him? She should focus on her career. He didn’t need her underfoot.
His housekeeper smiled at him. “Can I get you a light meal?”
“No,” he said in irritation.
Watching her retreat back to the kitchen, he ran a hand through his hair. He could swear that he could smell Bridget’s perfume; he had to be hallucinating.
Walking into the kitchen, he said, “I apologize if I seem out of sorts, Mrs. Blake.”
She continued chopping an onion. “It’s fine. I’m putting the finishing sauce together for a seafood chowder and thought maybe you would ask Ms. North to join you for dinner. She had asked several times when you would return.”
“Bridget North is a new employee that I brought in to help the Breen Hat Company. Olivia had recommended her.” Why was he explaining himself?
“Are you going to ask her to dinner?”
“I doubt it.” He headed to his office on the other side of the converted pub. He needed to immerse himself in work.
***
An hour later, he threw down his pen. He needed a run. Changing into running gear, he left the house and ran his favorite route through the city. It was late afternoon and the sun was oppressive, but he welcomed the intensity.
Getting back to his house drenched with sweat, he decided to invite her for dinner. Avoiding her was a bad move; it had only fueled his erotic thoughts. If anything, he needed to see her before the meeting tomorrow morning. He asked Mrs. Blake to call her and went upstairs for a shower.
***
Bridget disconnected the call and looked around her new flat. Instead of unpacking tonight, she was expected to entertain William Bolles. She hoped he didn’t want an update on Breen. She had spent the last week sorting out a place to live and helping her father. She had planned to start at Breen after meeting with William’s team tomorrow.
After a quick shower, she chose an ivory-and-black tweed sleeveless dress. The contrasting geometric patterned straight skirt added a business look to her outfit. She wanted to move their association into a strictly professional realm and not allow her attraction to him to override her professional goals. If she could help get Breen back to being profitable, it would help her move on.
She walked up the front pathway and turned the old-fashioned door chime. It made sense that William lived in a converted pub in some ways, but it also made her curious. Most of the super wealthy lived outside of the city limits in mansions. Why would he choose a converted pub?
Mrs. Blake answered the door and invited her in.
“You look lovely, my dear. William should be down shortly. Would you like to wait on the terrace or in the living room?”
“The terrace would be lovely. Thank you, Mrs. Blake.”
The old stone patio ran the length of the building and a low stone wall separated it from an expansive lawn and garden area. There was a high privacy fence at the back that protected the outside space from the city.
Bridget sat at the table and spent a few minutes enjoying the late afternoon sun.
William walked outside and stopped abruptly when he saw her. Was he thinking about their last encounter and recalling his regrets?
She stood and he stepped forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Her stomach muscles clenched.
Keeping her voice neutral, she said, “I hope you enjoyed the race.”
He stepped back from her. He wore a light blue pressed shirt and dark jeans. His sculpted body showed off how much time he spent
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