at the exchange, especially since he hadn’t kissed her hand. “You two know each other?”
“Yes, we met just recently,” Giorgio said. “Small world.” He let her hand go, but continued to gaze at her. His wide-set blue eyes sparkled with delight, his smile framed by those luscious full lips.
“Very small,” Anabelle said , her throat feeling constricted.
“Really?” Raquel said, looking to Anabelle. “Where?”
“Coffee shop,” Anabelle said, staring at his lips. “We don’t really know each other though. Just crossed paths.”
“Serendipity,” Giorgio said, still smiling at her.
Bernard gave Anabelle a knowing smile as they were formally introduced next.
She blushed.
Raquel was put off by the exchange. She wasn’t used to not commanding all of the attention from men. “Shall we?” she said, motioning towards the conference room.
Anabelle nodded. She wanted to die. Being in a business meeting with the gorgeous and wealthy Giorgio Tsar kopolis, a CEO of a Fortune 500 company was beyond intimidating for her. He’d see what a lowly office worker she was and the charm would wear off. Maybe I’ll feign an illness and run home, she thought as she trudged along behind them.
Her heart pounded as feelings of panic and anxiety flooded her system. She also thought about how well put together Raquel was, and here she was having just returned, sweaty and disheveled from getting coffee. Real impressive, she mused. This is going to be just great.
Giorgio held back to walk beside Anabelle. His height and strong build were once again having a powerful effect on her. “I’d like to talk to you after our meeting,” he leaned down and whispered to her in his deep voice.
She felt her face flush and felt hot. “Sure,” she said as she caught a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.
They all took their places around the long conference table. Anabelle sat as far away from the group as possible, wanting to disappear into the woodwork as her feelings of intimidation grew by the minute. She carefully avoided eye contact with Giorgio and his assistant. She tried to marshal as many defenses as she could.
Raquel gave her a pointed look.
She didn’t understand.
“Anabelle, would you please get drinks for everyone?” she asked, which sounded distinctly more like an order than a request.
Anabelle raised her eyebrows, surprised at the request. “Me? Uh…okay,” she said, growing ever redder in the cheeks. Being treated like the office waitress was just further humiliation. Realizing she had no choice, she proceeded to ask what everyone wanted.
“Black coffee, please,” Giorgio asked politely, giving her a warm smile.
Sh e nodded, avoiding eye contact.
Giorgio watched her carefully, a compassionate look on his face. He could read her discomfort. He didn’t blame her.
Raquel took note of his attention. She’d see to it that it was re-directed where it belonged. On her. She had initially planned to have Anabelle pass out the introductory information on Kinetic Advertising, but she decided to do it herself.
Raquel got up, straightened her silk gold-colored blouse that was tucked into her form-fitting dark brown skirt with a slit, lowering the blouse’s neckline in the process. Her Chanel perfume had been artfully applied to her décolletage. She picked up the pamphlets, sashayed over to Giorgio, and leaned over seductively. “Something so that you can get to know us a bit better,” she purred as her glossy red lipstick coated lips curved into a flirtatious smile. Her hand brushed across his shoulder as she then passed a pamphlet to Bernard. As she walked back to her chair at the head of the table, her hips swayed conspicuously in her tight, well above the knee-length skirt.
Giorgio’s eyebrows rose at the brazen display.
Bernard looked bewildered.
Anabelle thought she was going to be sick.
“So, Giorgio,” Raquel said, flipping her perfectly coifed, long red hair over her shoulder, then dipping
“Yes, we met just recently,” Giorgio said. “Small world.” He let her hand go, but continued to gaze at her. His wide-set blue eyes sparkled with delight, his smile framed by those luscious full lips.
“Very small,” Anabelle said , her throat feeling constricted.
“Really?” Raquel said, looking to Anabelle. “Where?”
“Coffee shop,” Anabelle said, staring at his lips. “We don’t really know each other though. Just crossed paths.”
“Serendipity,” Giorgio said, still smiling at her.
Bernard gave Anabelle a knowing smile as they were formally introduced next.
She blushed.
Raquel was put off by the exchange. She wasn’t used to not commanding all of the attention from men. “Shall we?” she said, motioning towards the conference room.
Anabelle nodded. She wanted to die. Being in a business meeting with the gorgeous and wealthy Giorgio Tsar kopolis, a CEO of a Fortune 500 company was beyond intimidating for her. He’d see what a lowly office worker she was and the charm would wear off. Maybe I’ll feign an illness and run home, she thought as she trudged along behind them.
Her heart pounded as feelings of panic and anxiety flooded her system. She also thought about how well put together Raquel was, and here she was having just returned, sweaty and disheveled from getting coffee. Real impressive, she mused. This is going to be just great.
Giorgio held back to walk beside Anabelle. His height and strong build were once again having a powerful effect on her. “I’d like to talk to you after our meeting,” he leaned down and whispered to her in his deep voice.
She felt her face flush and felt hot. “Sure,” she said as she caught a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.
They all took their places around the long conference table. Anabelle sat as far away from the group as possible, wanting to disappear into the woodwork as her feelings of intimidation grew by the minute. She carefully avoided eye contact with Giorgio and his assistant. She tried to marshal as many defenses as she could.
Raquel gave her a pointed look.
She didn’t understand.
“Anabelle, would you please get drinks for everyone?” she asked, which sounded distinctly more like an order than a request.
Anabelle raised her eyebrows, surprised at the request. “Me? Uh…okay,” she said, growing ever redder in the cheeks. Being treated like the office waitress was just further humiliation. Realizing she had no choice, she proceeded to ask what everyone wanted.
“Black coffee, please,” Giorgio asked politely, giving her a warm smile.
Sh e nodded, avoiding eye contact.
Giorgio watched her carefully, a compassionate look on his face. He could read her discomfort. He didn’t blame her.
Raquel took note of his attention. She’d see to it that it was re-directed where it belonged. On her. She had initially planned to have Anabelle pass out the introductory information on Kinetic Advertising, but she decided to do it herself.
Raquel got up, straightened her silk gold-colored blouse that was tucked into her form-fitting dark brown skirt with a slit, lowering the blouse’s neckline in the process. Her Chanel perfume had been artfully applied to her décolletage. She picked up the pamphlets, sashayed over to Giorgio, and leaned over seductively. “Something so that you can get to know us a bit better,” she purred as her glossy red lipstick coated lips curved into a flirtatious smile. Her hand brushed across his shoulder as she then passed a pamphlet to Bernard. As she walked back to her chair at the head of the table, her hips swayed conspicuously in her tight, well above the knee-length skirt.
Giorgio’s eyebrows rose at the brazen display.
Bernard looked bewildered.
Anabelle thought she was going to be sick.
“So, Giorgio,” Raquel said, flipping her perfectly coifed, long red hair over her shoulder, then dipping
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