going over what she should expect the following day he handed Paul copies of all the paperwork for safe-keeping as the younger man had earlier requested.
Finally for the first time since their kiss they were alone. Paul walked her to the stairs trapping her fingers in his hand before raising it and dropping his lips to the soft skin, Mia once more so aware of the small shiver which skittered through her. With a small smile he wished her a good night. Pausing, looking as though she wanted to say something to him, Mia finally gave a return smile before wishing him too a goodnight and moving up the stairs as he watched her with dark hooded eyes.
Paul continued to watch Mia until she moved out of sight, his body fighting hard the urge to follow her, to once more hold her in his arms as he had earlier, the memory causing a small moan to escape him. Sighing while combing his fingers through his hair he went back to his study to catch up on some paperwork and answer the many emails which came back with the answers to questions he had sent to different specialists. After an hour he finished and as he reached out to shut down his computer, he jumped slightly as the phone rang. Paul frowned wondering who could be phoning at nearly 2:00 in the morning and answering he was surprised to hear Jim on the other end.
With a sombre expression on his face he listened as Jim told him that his office had been broken into and ransacked, the files relating to Mia stolen. After several moments of thought Paul told Jim to call the police, but not to mention that he had provided copies of all of the paperwork to him. Jim agreed, his voice angry. Calling off, Paul sat back, his brow furrowed deep in thought. Somebody was going to a lot of trouble to make sure that Mia did not leave, and for the first time he was glad that he had taken such stringent security precautions and ensured that she would be taken away to safety, at least he thought until his detectives completed their investigations.
That night Paul systematically moved around the house double-checking that the doors and windows were securely locked and closed. Logically he told himself that whoever had carried out the break-in was none the wiser as to his having spare copies, which should not make them a target and would give them some time.
The next day Mia thought how tired Paul seemed. When she asked if he was OK he smiled brightly at her, ensuring that she had her passport as they were leaving for the airport the minute her case was dismissed.
Mia smiled at him, reassured by his belief that it was only a formality. One of the suits which had been purchased at Claris’s shop had been delivered to the estate the day before and she pulled it on, enjoying the softness of the material and the way it seemed to lengthen her legs, showing off her figure in a way she was not used to.
As she descended the stairs Paul was waiting for her, wearing a dark suit which made her heart flutter in her chest. In his arm he carried a folder full of papers which he held onto tightly. He flashed an admiring look as had Mrs Mac, who lifted her hands to her mouth in admiration. “I hardly recognised you Mia”, she said in awe. “I always knew that you would wash up well”
Mia giggled softly before being led out to the car which was parked almost across the door. Seeing her look of surprise he joked that he didn’t want her new shoes getting dirty, making her laugh.
When they reached the court building, Jim met them in a state of agitation which he tried his best to hide from Mia. She frowned, concern rising within her as he pulled Paul to the side. Watching carefully, she noticed as Paul handed over the folder to Jim, his face serious as he listened to what the older man had to say. Finally the two men shook hands and Jim moved into the court while Paul returned to her taking her arm as he led her into the imposing building. “What’s going on Paul?”,
Finally for the first time since their kiss they were alone. Paul walked her to the stairs trapping her fingers in his hand before raising it and dropping his lips to the soft skin, Mia once more so aware of the small shiver which skittered through her. With a small smile he wished her a good night. Pausing, looking as though she wanted to say something to him, Mia finally gave a return smile before wishing him too a goodnight and moving up the stairs as he watched her with dark hooded eyes.
Paul continued to watch Mia until she moved out of sight, his body fighting hard the urge to follow her, to once more hold her in his arms as he had earlier, the memory causing a small moan to escape him. Sighing while combing his fingers through his hair he went back to his study to catch up on some paperwork and answer the many emails which came back with the answers to questions he had sent to different specialists. After an hour he finished and as he reached out to shut down his computer, he jumped slightly as the phone rang. Paul frowned wondering who could be phoning at nearly 2:00 in the morning and answering he was surprised to hear Jim on the other end.
With a sombre expression on his face he listened as Jim told him that his office had been broken into and ransacked, the files relating to Mia stolen. After several moments of thought Paul told Jim to call the police, but not to mention that he had provided copies of all of the paperwork to him. Jim agreed, his voice angry. Calling off, Paul sat back, his brow furrowed deep in thought. Somebody was going to a lot of trouble to make sure that Mia did not leave, and for the first time he was glad that he had taken such stringent security precautions and ensured that she would be taken away to safety, at least he thought until his detectives completed their investigations.
That night Paul systematically moved around the house double-checking that the doors and windows were securely locked and closed. Logically he told himself that whoever had carried out the break-in was none the wiser as to his having spare copies, which should not make them a target and would give them some time.
The next day Mia thought how tired Paul seemed. When she asked if he was OK he smiled brightly at her, ensuring that she had her passport as they were leaving for the airport the minute her case was dismissed.
Mia smiled at him, reassured by his belief that it was only a formality. One of the suits which had been purchased at Claris’s shop had been delivered to the estate the day before and she pulled it on, enjoying the softness of the material and the way it seemed to lengthen her legs, showing off her figure in a way she was not used to.
As she descended the stairs Paul was waiting for her, wearing a dark suit which made her heart flutter in her chest. In his arm he carried a folder full of papers which he held onto tightly. He flashed an admiring look as had Mrs Mac, who lifted her hands to her mouth in admiration. “I hardly recognised you Mia”, she said in awe. “I always knew that you would wash up well”
Mia giggled softly before being led out to the car which was parked almost across the door. Seeing her look of surprise he joked that he didn’t want her new shoes getting dirty, making her laugh.
When they reached the court building, Jim met them in a state of agitation which he tried his best to hide from Mia. She frowned, concern rising within her as he pulled Paul to the side. Watching carefully, she noticed as Paul handed over the folder to Jim, his face serious as he listened to what the older man had to say. Finally the two men shook hands and Jim moved into the court while Paul returned to her taking her arm as he led her into the imposing building. “What’s going on Paul?”,
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