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rounded her desk, wading through the shoeboxes she hadn’t cleaned up after last night’s planning session, and sat, placing the coffee cup before her. In a grand ritual, she placed both palms to the warm cup, closed her eyes, inhaled the roasted aroma, and allowed herself two seconds of bliss.
She peeled open one eyelid. Amelie fairly vibrated, her ponytail swishing back and forth behind her skull.
Ripping off the plastic lid, Rachel conceded, “Give it to me. But please—” She put up a staying finger. “— let me enjoy one sip before the deluge.”
The coffee was hot, and she lingered on the creamy brew. Zac had converted her to the expensive stuff. Or was it that the coffee reminded her of him and anything lesser wouldn’t do? Her vision averted to the leather couch. A space was cleared of boxes and shoes where Zac and she had fucked. A broad smile grew behind the coffee cup.
“My contact in the home office emailed,” Amelie blurted out. “She was wondering how it was going with the visiting bigwig. When I replied that he hadn’t arrived yet, she told me his name.”
Amelie ceremoniously placed a pink message slip on the desk, face down, no pre-printed fill-in-the-blanks showing. On the back was written a name in bright red. Rachel leaned forward to read it.
She choked on the coffee. It burned the back of her throat. Amelie squealed and rushed out of the office. Rachel felt her lungs seal up and struggled to breathe.
Her secretary flew back in with a bottle of water and cracked the plastic seal, thrusting it toward Rachel like a pro emergency worker. Rachel drank half the water before sitting back and staring at her secretary in utter horror.
She read Rachel’s terror. “I know. What a sneak, eh? And I kind of thought you had your eye on him.”
Her eye? More like her hands, thighs, breasts—oh, bloody hell!
“Well, I’ve seen how you look at him,” Amelie continued, oblivious to Rachel’s inner breakdown. “Behind those nerd glasses lives sex on a stick.”
“They’re geek glasses,” Rachel whispered, feeling all her confidence slush out at her toes. “Big difference between a nerd and a geek.” Her shoulders hit the chair and she slumped down against the fake leather, feeling oh so used. “He lied to me.”
“It was a good cover, you have to admit. If anyone in the office would have known the big guy was coming to assess us with plans to shut us down?”
“Shut us down?” The initial memo hadn’t mentioned anything like that. Seriously? Amelie was just telling her that now? “Leave me, Amelie.”
“Do you want me to pick up the shoes lying on the floor first?”
Rachel shook her head. “Hold my calls, and when Monsieur Cosgrove arrives—”
A lush bouquet of deep red roses appeared in the doorway. Behind them popped up a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses and that devastatingly sexy smirk that Rachel now wanted to crush with those flowers—and pray for thorns.
“Did someone say my name?”
Amelie popped upright from collecting a few pairs of shoes, her gaze flashing from Rachel to Zac, then back to Rachel. “I’ll hold your calls,” she said, and clutching the shoes to her chest as if they were life preservers, she slipped out as Zac stepped into the office. Amelie closed the door behind her.
The sensation of tears tugged at Rachel’s eyes. But no. She wasn’t a crybaby. Instead, she straightened her spine and channeled her inner…aggression. Yeah, she would now show the man the meaning of aggressive.
Shooting upright behind the desk, she strode around it, kicking aside empty shoeboxes. Crossing her arms over her chest, she was surprised that Zac didn’t flinch from the death vibes shooting out from her pupils.
“I thought red would compliment your gorgeous skin,” he said. He offered the roses, bound with a black satin ribbon.
Just like the shoes that sat on the couch right now. Last night’s catalyst to an amazing evening of sex. And an ever
She peeled open one eyelid. Amelie fairly vibrated, her ponytail swishing back and forth behind her skull.
Ripping off the plastic lid, Rachel conceded, “Give it to me. But please—” She put up a staying finger. “— let me enjoy one sip before the deluge.”
The coffee was hot, and she lingered on the creamy brew. Zac had converted her to the expensive stuff. Or was it that the coffee reminded her of him and anything lesser wouldn’t do? Her vision averted to the leather couch. A space was cleared of boxes and shoes where Zac and she had fucked. A broad smile grew behind the coffee cup.
“My contact in the home office emailed,” Amelie blurted out. “She was wondering how it was going with the visiting bigwig. When I replied that he hadn’t arrived yet, she told me his name.”
Amelie ceremoniously placed a pink message slip on the desk, face down, no pre-printed fill-in-the-blanks showing. On the back was written a name in bright red. Rachel leaned forward to read it.
She choked on the coffee. It burned the back of her throat. Amelie squealed and rushed out of the office. Rachel felt her lungs seal up and struggled to breathe.
Her secretary flew back in with a bottle of water and cracked the plastic seal, thrusting it toward Rachel like a pro emergency worker. Rachel drank half the water before sitting back and staring at her secretary in utter horror.
She read Rachel’s terror. “I know. What a sneak, eh? And I kind of thought you had your eye on him.”
Her eye? More like her hands, thighs, breasts—oh, bloody hell!
“Well, I’ve seen how you look at him,” Amelie continued, oblivious to Rachel’s inner breakdown. “Behind those nerd glasses lives sex on a stick.”
“They’re geek glasses,” Rachel whispered, feeling all her confidence slush out at her toes. “Big difference between a nerd and a geek.” Her shoulders hit the chair and she slumped down against the fake leather, feeling oh so used. “He lied to me.”
“It was a good cover, you have to admit. If anyone in the office would have known the big guy was coming to assess us with plans to shut us down?”
“Shut us down?” The initial memo hadn’t mentioned anything like that. Seriously? Amelie was just telling her that now? “Leave me, Amelie.”
“Do you want me to pick up the shoes lying on the floor first?”
Rachel shook her head. “Hold my calls, and when Monsieur Cosgrove arrives—”
A lush bouquet of deep red roses appeared in the doorway. Behind them popped up a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses and that devastatingly sexy smirk that Rachel now wanted to crush with those flowers—and pray for thorns.
“Did someone say my name?”
Amelie popped upright from collecting a few pairs of shoes, her gaze flashing from Rachel to Zac, then back to Rachel. “I’ll hold your calls,” she said, and clutching the shoes to her chest as if they were life preservers, she slipped out as Zac stepped into the office. Amelie closed the door behind her.
The sensation of tears tugged at Rachel’s eyes. But no. She wasn’t a crybaby. Instead, she straightened her spine and channeled her inner…aggression. Yeah, she would now show the man the meaning of aggressive.
Shooting upright behind the desk, she strode around it, kicking aside empty shoeboxes. Crossing her arms over her chest, she was surprised that Zac didn’t flinch from the death vibes shooting out from her pupils.
“I thought red would compliment your gorgeous skin,” he said. He offered the roses, bound with a black satin ribbon.
Just like the shoes that sat on the couch right now. Last night’s catalyst to an amazing evening of sex. And an ever
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