backpacking.
“So have you?” his tone interested as she had given a small sigh.
“No…my plan was to save as much as possible and then when I was 21 go then” Fiona giving a small humourless half laugh, fixing him with a sad look.
“Have you ever seen It’s A Wonderful Life?” he nodding back with a grin
“One of my favourite movies” as Fiona had nodded softly
“Not mine…I feel like George Bailey. Every time I am about to get on a plane…something will happen” her eyes moving to look sightlessly down at her plate.
“First my parents dying together in a car accident…it took both of us to keep the Company on track. Then my engagement with Donald, our plan was to go together and have an extended honeymoon…but that never happened…and then the fight with you”
Giving another small sound she had flicked a nervous look back at him
“Seems there is a power trying to keep me here”
Craig had given her a small look of understanding. His research had told the story of the unexpected death of her parents, a tragic accident which had occurred over three years earlier.
“I’m sorry….that must have been hard”
Fiona looking sadly back and nodding
“You deal and move on” she had said in a pragmatic tone, her eyes however still full of the sadness of the event. As more brightly she had changed the subject, not asking him about his own family, the story of the orphaned self-made billionaire one that she had read up on in great detail after they had first met.
Craig Thompson was not a man who had ever understood what it was to be part of a family, Fiona wondering if this was the secret to his success and his ability to so casually strip companies down ignoring the human element. Flicking a look up at him she had once more reminded herself that he was dangerous, not a man to be crossed or caught up in, already feeling the raw sensuality and power of the man lifting her glass to take a large gulp of the wine to quell the flash of awareness that had coursed through her.
After dinner the two had moved into the main living room, Craig putting on some music, Fiona pleasantly surprised to find that the two had similar tastes as she had pulled out her computer as he had his, the two working quietly together.
After a couple of hours having responded to the mountain of emails waiting for him he had looked up, his eyes watching Fiona carefully, seeing the way she had been so engrossed in what she was doing, her tongue visible at the side of her mouth as she had concentrated hard, her legs drawn up under her as the laptop had sat precariously on her knee.
“May I ask what you are doing?”
His soft voice had make Fiona jump, laughing nervously.
“Well I thought I would make a start on pulling together some content…as you suggested”
Sitting up straighter she had looked shyly at him
“Would you like to see?”
Craig had nodded as he had moved over to sit beside her. Fiona instantly so aware as he had leant in closer to take a look at the document she had pulled together, his aftershave washing over her as her eyes had closed slowly as she had tried to ignore his closeness.
“I used all my own pictures … and some publicity shots”
Her voice becoming weaker as he had draped a hand over her knee to move between the pages she had created.
“That looks great…exactly what I pictured” Craig reading some of the stories she had already placed inside her template.
“You tell a good story”
Turning to look at her, their heads had been close, Craig surprised to see the discomfort of the woman beside him, his eyes trailing down her lovely face, as she had closed the computer, trying to give a small laugh.
“Wow…is that the time?” her tone unnaturally bright as she had tried to rise. With a smile, he had put his arm out to stop her, dropping his head to allow his forehead to touch hers.
“Don’t go yet” his sensual whisper had sent tremors skittering through every part of her as her
“So have you?” his tone interested as she had given a small sigh.
“No…my plan was to save as much as possible and then when I was 21 go then” Fiona giving a small humourless half laugh, fixing him with a sad look.
“Have you ever seen It’s A Wonderful Life?” he nodding back with a grin
“One of my favourite movies” as Fiona had nodded softly
“Not mine…I feel like George Bailey. Every time I am about to get on a plane…something will happen” her eyes moving to look sightlessly down at her plate.
“First my parents dying together in a car accident…it took both of us to keep the Company on track. Then my engagement with Donald, our plan was to go together and have an extended honeymoon…but that never happened…and then the fight with you”
Giving another small sound she had flicked a nervous look back at him
“Seems there is a power trying to keep me here”
Craig had given her a small look of understanding. His research had told the story of the unexpected death of her parents, a tragic accident which had occurred over three years earlier.
“I’m sorry….that must have been hard”
Fiona looking sadly back and nodding
“You deal and move on” she had said in a pragmatic tone, her eyes however still full of the sadness of the event. As more brightly she had changed the subject, not asking him about his own family, the story of the orphaned self-made billionaire one that she had read up on in great detail after they had first met.
Craig Thompson was not a man who had ever understood what it was to be part of a family, Fiona wondering if this was the secret to his success and his ability to so casually strip companies down ignoring the human element. Flicking a look up at him she had once more reminded herself that he was dangerous, not a man to be crossed or caught up in, already feeling the raw sensuality and power of the man lifting her glass to take a large gulp of the wine to quell the flash of awareness that had coursed through her.
After dinner the two had moved into the main living room, Craig putting on some music, Fiona pleasantly surprised to find that the two had similar tastes as she had pulled out her computer as he had his, the two working quietly together.
After a couple of hours having responded to the mountain of emails waiting for him he had looked up, his eyes watching Fiona carefully, seeing the way she had been so engrossed in what she was doing, her tongue visible at the side of her mouth as she had concentrated hard, her legs drawn up under her as the laptop had sat precariously on her knee.
“May I ask what you are doing?”
His soft voice had make Fiona jump, laughing nervously.
“Well I thought I would make a start on pulling together some content…as you suggested”
Sitting up straighter she had looked shyly at him
“Would you like to see?”
Craig had nodded as he had moved over to sit beside her. Fiona instantly so aware as he had leant in closer to take a look at the document she had pulled together, his aftershave washing over her as her eyes had closed slowly as she had tried to ignore his closeness.
“I used all my own pictures … and some publicity shots”
Her voice becoming weaker as he had draped a hand over her knee to move between the pages she had created.
“That looks great…exactly what I pictured” Craig reading some of the stories she had already placed inside her template.
“You tell a good story”
Turning to look at her, their heads had been close, Craig surprised to see the discomfort of the woman beside him, his eyes trailing down her lovely face, as she had closed the computer, trying to give a small laugh.
“Wow…is that the time?” her tone unnaturally bright as she had tried to rise. With a smile, he had put his arm out to stop her, dropping his head to allow his forehead to touch hers.
“Don’t go yet” his sensual whisper had sent tremors skittering through every part of her as her
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