certainly not the beginning of her everything. Apparently somehow, her heart and soul didn’t get that memo. For whether she liked it or not, he was more to her than a momentary distraction.
Shit! A myriad of emotions tore through her and she drained her drink in one long gulp and changed into one of her dresses she preferred to wear. The moment the soft material covered her—its twilight hue shimmering in the light—she felt marginally better. She stayed there until her acute hearing picked up on the sound of Reid’s vehicle parking out in the front yard. She stayed in her dress but removed the chair and goblet before he reached her, opting instead to go sit on the loveseat bench and watch the dogs continue to run around.
He stepped out onto the back porch and she looked up, her breath catching in her throat. Reid looked even better than he had when she’d seen him at work. Where that woman flaunted her wares to him. Her anger re-emerged and she clenched a fist to keep from lashing out as every fibre in her being wanted to. It wasn’t easy, especially when on the air she could smell the cloying and sickly sweet scent of that other woman on his skin.
“Hey,” he said, coming to her side.
She didn’t respond when he brushed his lips over hers. Instead she tried not to gag from the perfume clinging to him.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“You have a good day?” she countered. His smile nearly broke her heart. No, everything wasn’t okay.
* * * *
Reid watched Ashia as he got ready for work. She’d been acting differently for the past few days. Anytime he brought it up she would get this hard look in her eyes and wave him off. He didn’t like it. If he knew what he’d done he would have tried to fix it.
Picking up his messenger bag that held his computer, he shouldered it and looked around for the woman who had come to mean so much to him.
“Ashia?” Nothing. He went looking for her but couldn’t find her in the house and paused at one of the windows leading to the backyard. No sign of her still. Moving to a different view he peered out to the front of the house. Her vehicle sat parked next to his.
“Okay, so where did she go?”
Glancing at his watch, he realised he would be late if he didn’t leave . With a puff of disappointment he called for her one more time then headed on his way when he still didn’t get a response.
On his way to the first job he withdrew his cell phone and tried to call her. It went straight to voicemail. Maybe she’s in surgery.
He shook his head. That didn’t make sense. How did she get to work? Her truck was next to his by the house. Is she this upset with me that she’s avoiding me?
He almost turned around and headed back. Today was his last day with this one particular job, then he would be back at her house to finish updating her computer. He was looking forward to being there with the dogs and seeing her as soon as she came home.
Leaving a message for her, he put his phone down and continued on his way. Once he made it to his job, he tried to focus on his work.
His fingers flew over the keys as he typed in commands and code.
“Not too many more hours to put up with me, Reid. I’m sorry it’s been such a chore,” Sally said.
He forced a smile on his face. “Not a chore, Sally. You’re very easy to get along with.” A lie. Not a total one, she was easy to get along with. Although I understand why she has to be with me, this place requires an escort at all times but, geez, she’s overly bubbly and vivacious. I prefer working alone and in silence.
Reid glanced up at her as he reached for his bag. Her short skirt combined with a tight blouse with a few top buttons undone, and a blazer of the same colour as her skirt. Nice high heels finished off the picture. Her dark blonde hair drawn back from her face in some kind of combination of sexy and business-professional style completed her look.
He chuckled as he got back to work. His phone rang
Shit! A myriad of emotions tore through her and she drained her drink in one long gulp and changed into one of her dresses she preferred to wear. The moment the soft material covered her—its twilight hue shimmering in the light—she felt marginally better. She stayed there until her acute hearing picked up on the sound of Reid’s vehicle parking out in the front yard. She stayed in her dress but removed the chair and goblet before he reached her, opting instead to go sit on the loveseat bench and watch the dogs continue to run around.
He stepped out onto the back porch and she looked up, her breath catching in her throat. Reid looked even better than he had when she’d seen him at work. Where that woman flaunted her wares to him. Her anger re-emerged and she clenched a fist to keep from lashing out as every fibre in her being wanted to. It wasn’t easy, especially when on the air she could smell the cloying and sickly sweet scent of that other woman on his skin.
“Hey,” he said, coming to her side.
She didn’t respond when he brushed his lips over hers. Instead she tried not to gag from the perfume clinging to him.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“You have a good day?” she countered. His smile nearly broke her heart. No, everything wasn’t okay.
* * * *
Reid watched Ashia as he got ready for work. She’d been acting differently for the past few days. Anytime he brought it up she would get this hard look in her eyes and wave him off. He didn’t like it. If he knew what he’d done he would have tried to fix it.
Picking up his messenger bag that held his computer, he shouldered it and looked around for the woman who had come to mean so much to him.
“Ashia?” Nothing. He went looking for her but couldn’t find her in the house and paused at one of the windows leading to the backyard. No sign of her still. Moving to a different view he peered out to the front of the house. Her vehicle sat parked next to his.
“Okay, so where did she go?”
Glancing at his watch, he realised he would be late if he didn’t leave . With a puff of disappointment he called for her one more time then headed on his way when he still didn’t get a response.
On his way to the first job he withdrew his cell phone and tried to call her. It went straight to voicemail. Maybe she’s in surgery.
He shook his head. That didn’t make sense. How did she get to work? Her truck was next to his by the house. Is she this upset with me that she’s avoiding me?
He almost turned around and headed back. Today was his last day with this one particular job, then he would be back at her house to finish updating her computer. He was looking forward to being there with the dogs and seeing her as soon as she came home.
Leaving a message for her, he put his phone down and continued on his way. Once he made it to his job, he tried to focus on his work.
His fingers flew over the keys as he typed in commands and code.
“Not too many more hours to put up with me, Reid. I’m sorry it’s been such a chore,” Sally said.
He forced a smile on his face. “Not a chore, Sally. You’re very easy to get along with.” A lie. Not a total one, she was easy to get along with. Although I understand why she has to be with me, this place requires an escort at all times but, geez, she’s overly bubbly and vivacious. I prefer working alone and in silence.
Reid glanced up at her as he reached for his bag. Her short skirt combined with a tight blouse with a few top buttons undone, and a blazer of the same colour as her skirt. Nice high heels finished off the picture. Her dark blonde hair drawn back from her face in some kind of combination of sexy and business-professional style completed her look.
He chuckled as he got back to work. His phone rang
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