leave and walk up to my room to
shower and get dressed for work.
I scrub my skin a little harder than
necessary, still pissed off with my parents. I don’t care about money and
possessions. No wonder they can’t relate to me at all; we’re too different
to get along. The sooner I get out of this house the better.
As I drive out of the big gates, I start to
relax. Things are getting worse with my parents, there’s even less talking
since I told them I have a job. It’s all business now, where before they used
to ask the odd question about my life.
I’m starting to hate living back there
again. University provided me with a certain amount of freedom, and I loved it
but getting my own place means that I’ll be completely free. I won’t be relying
on them for anything.
By the time I get to work, I’m in a bad
mood, courtesy of my parents, and I really don’t want to put up with Aden’s
Millie-does-stupid-things comments. I flop down on the chair at my desk just as
he walks in looking at his watch. “Pretty good timing. Thought girls took hours
to get ready.”
My mind is screaming fuck off, but I know I
can’t say that to my boss, plus it isn’t his fault. “I’m not like other girls.”
“I’ve noticed,” he replies with a chuckle.
“Your head okay?” I nod. “Good ‘cause we have a meeting in an hour. I’ll make
you a coffee.” He grins as he walks out, and I slam my head down on the desk.
This is going to be a long day.
I look up to see Aden standing in front of
me. I thought he left? “Good nap?” I take a deep calming breath and smile,
tilting my head. Good one. “We need
to go now.” Now? I look up at the clock and gasp. I had fallen asleep! Oh God
how embarrassing. My coffee is sitting on my desk looking cold.
“Oh no. Aden, I am so sorry,” I say, shaking
my head and standing up.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault after
last night anyway.” He smiles, and I’m instantly lost in his deep blue eyes.
The dimple is sitting proudly on his cheek, and I want to kiss it. My body
heats up as he stares at me with such intensity desire pools down south.
I gulp. “You look like you’re going to kiss
me.” Why did I just say that?
He takes a small step closer, and we’re
almost touching. I feel the heat pouring off his body. “Maybe I am,” he
whispers, and for a second his lips brush lightly against mine. I have no time
to kiss him back or savour it before he steps back. “We should go now.” He
picks up a notepad and pen from my desk and leaves the office.
I’m frozen on the spot like an idiot. What
the hell was that? My boss just kissed me, and all I want is for him to cancel
the meeting and take me on those posh looking leather sofas in his office. Meeting, Amelie! I scream at myself and
finally manage to make myself move. I hurry after him, my face on fire as I catch
up with him in the hallway.
He stops at the end of the corridor and
manages to snap me out of my running my tongue over every inch of his body
daydreaming. “The one in the blue suit is Rupert, and the one with the hideous
red and yellow tie is Charles, he’s a complete pri-”
“Aden,” someone says from behind us making
us both jump. Aden shakes hands with his dad and then they both turned to me.
“Amelie, how are you settling in?” he asks politely.
“Great thank you, Mr Ford.”
“Please, call me Richard.” I nod and shake
his outstretched hand. “Let’s get in there then.”
We sit around a huge table and are joined
by a woman that I vaguely recognise as Richard’s PA, but I’m not introduced to
her so I can’t be sure. I take out my notebook as Richard starts the meeting,
talking about this brand new arena that’s almost complete and who they’re
getting to take part in the opening concert – many artists from Aden’s
record company. Personally I want Beyoncé and Green Day.
As Aden talks about which artists will take
part, he’s animated again, siting forwards in his
shower and get dressed for work.
I scrub my skin a little harder than
necessary, still pissed off with my parents. I don’t care about money and
possessions. No wonder they can’t relate to me at all; we’re too different
to get along. The sooner I get out of this house the better.
As I drive out of the big gates, I start to
relax. Things are getting worse with my parents, there’s even less talking
since I told them I have a job. It’s all business now, where before they used
to ask the odd question about my life.
I’m starting to hate living back there
again. University provided me with a certain amount of freedom, and I loved it
but getting my own place means that I’ll be completely free. I won’t be relying
on them for anything.
By the time I get to work, I’m in a bad
mood, courtesy of my parents, and I really don’t want to put up with Aden’s
Millie-does-stupid-things comments. I flop down on the chair at my desk just as
he walks in looking at his watch. “Pretty good timing. Thought girls took hours
to get ready.”
My mind is screaming fuck off, but I know I
can’t say that to my boss, plus it isn’t his fault. “I’m not like other girls.”
“I’ve noticed,” he replies with a chuckle.
“Your head okay?” I nod. “Good ‘cause we have a meeting in an hour. I’ll make
you a coffee.” He grins as he walks out, and I slam my head down on the desk.
This is going to be a long day.
I look up to see Aden standing in front of
me. I thought he left? “Good nap?” I take a deep calming breath and smile,
tilting my head. Good one. “We need
to go now.” Now? I look up at the clock and gasp. I had fallen asleep! Oh God
how embarrassing. My coffee is sitting on my desk looking cold.
“Oh no. Aden, I am so sorry,” I say, shaking
my head and standing up.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault after
last night anyway.” He smiles, and I’m instantly lost in his deep blue eyes.
The dimple is sitting proudly on his cheek, and I want to kiss it. My body
heats up as he stares at me with such intensity desire pools down south.
I gulp. “You look like you’re going to kiss
me.” Why did I just say that?
He takes a small step closer, and we’re
almost touching. I feel the heat pouring off his body. “Maybe I am,” he
whispers, and for a second his lips brush lightly against mine. I have no time
to kiss him back or savour it before he steps back. “We should go now.” He
picks up a notepad and pen from my desk and leaves the office.
I’m frozen on the spot like an idiot. What
the hell was that? My boss just kissed me, and all I want is for him to cancel
the meeting and take me on those posh looking leather sofas in his office. Meeting, Amelie! I scream at myself and
finally manage to make myself move. I hurry after him, my face on fire as I catch
up with him in the hallway.
He stops at the end of the corridor and
manages to snap me out of my running my tongue over every inch of his body
daydreaming. “The one in the blue suit is Rupert, and the one with the hideous
red and yellow tie is Charles, he’s a complete pri-”
“Aden,” someone says from behind us making
us both jump. Aden shakes hands with his dad and then they both turned to me.
“Amelie, how are you settling in?” he asks politely.
“Great thank you, Mr Ford.”
“Please, call me Richard.” I nod and shake
his outstretched hand. “Let’s get in there then.”
We sit around a huge table and are joined
by a woman that I vaguely recognise as Richard’s PA, but I’m not introduced to
her so I can’t be sure. I take out my notebook as Richard starts the meeting,
talking about this brand new arena that’s almost complete and who they’re
getting to take part in the opening concert – many artists from Aden’s
record company. Personally I want Beyoncé and Green Day.
As Aden talks about which artists will take
part, he’s animated again, siting forwards in his
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