are a shark and I’m…not”.
Giving her a withering look he had pulled out his phone, his voice now full of ice as he had started to check who had called, his tone clipped and full of a seething rage.
“Go to bed Fiona. Wouldn’t want to taint your reputation, not with the likes of me” before giving her a cold look
“Oh that’s right, you already sacrificed that pure reputation of yours haven’t you…but hey at least you can stay on that self righteous pillar of yours”.
Fiona opening and closing her mouth had not known what to say backing out of the room before turning and fleeing upstairs to her room locking the door behind her.
As she had slid to the floor, tears had run down her face, Fiona pulling herself into a small ball. Ever since Donald she had not let any man into her well fortified heart or her bed. She had kept every man at arm’s length and yet Craig Thompson seemed to be sweeping away all her defences with an ease that was terrifying to her, not understanding why he would affect her in such a way.
Groaning softly she had still felt the way her body buzzed at the memory of his kisses, shuddering remembering his mouth softly sucking her ear, determination filling her that she would keep this man at arm’s length repeating to herself, just one month, just one month.
Downstairs Craig had paced angrily across the floor, his fingers flying over the smart phone as he had sent a blistering response to the question that had been left in voice mail. How dare she look down on him? He owned both her and her Company and she had no right to look down on anybody, least of all him as though he was something beneath her.
Growing up had been hard for Craig, in an orphanage by the time he was six, with no money and no family, he had had to fight for everything his whole life, quickly teaching all those who had looked down on him lessons. With his mouth set angrily he had snapped the phone shut, a coldness filling him. So Fiona Campbell thought herself so much better than him did she, well he knew how to deal with people like her.
Fiona had slept little that night, hearing several hours later as he had moved into his own room, her heart beating wildly as he had passed her locked door, confused when he had not stopped she had felt a strange disappointment. As the daylight had peeked through curtains, she had finally given up on sleep moving to the en-suite bathroom to shower before moving silently downstairs. Pulling the door open she had heard the soft laugh behind her, gritting her teeth as she had turned to face a fully dressed Craig.
“Sneaking out?”
Fiona raising her chin defiantly, her eyes flashing angrily at him
“No, I don’t SNEAK out…why you are up?”
With a knowing smile he had lifted the coffee cup he held, taking a sip before answering slowly
“I have a meeting. One which I can’t avoid…what about you?”
She had grasped the handle tightly trying not to show how flustered she felt.
“This is the last day before the Factory closes down for the holidays. There is a lot to do, and I wanted to have breakfast with Scott before he goes down to Glasgow”
Inclining his head, his smile had been full of mockery.
“Well give him my best…what time is the party?”
The question had taken her aback as she had stuttered softly
“It…it officially starts at eight…but nobody will really be there until nine”
Craig nodding softly
“Well I’ll be back in plenty of time…so I will see you then”
Turning he had moved back down the hallway towards the kitchen, not once commenting on what had happened the previous evening, Fiona stunned that he seemed to have completely forgotten the incident.
The day had passed in a blur as Scott and Fiona had ensured that the Business had wound down smoothly. At lunchtime as was traditional, the staff had all congregated at one of the local hotels for lunch, the wine flowing freely as they had celebrated both the holidays and also the
Giving her a withering look he had pulled out his phone, his voice now full of ice as he had started to check who had called, his tone clipped and full of a seething rage.
“Go to bed Fiona. Wouldn’t want to taint your reputation, not with the likes of me” before giving her a cold look
“Oh that’s right, you already sacrificed that pure reputation of yours haven’t you…but hey at least you can stay on that self righteous pillar of yours”.
Fiona opening and closing her mouth had not known what to say backing out of the room before turning and fleeing upstairs to her room locking the door behind her.
As she had slid to the floor, tears had run down her face, Fiona pulling herself into a small ball. Ever since Donald she had not let any man into her well fortified heart or her bed. She had kept every man at arm’s length and yet Craig Thompson seemed to be sweeping away all her defences with an ease that was terrifying to her, not understanding why he would affect her in such a way.
Groaning softly she had still felt the way her body buzzed at the memory of his kisses, shuddering remembering his mouth softly sucking her ear, determination filling her that she would keep this man at arm’s length repeating to herself, just one month, just one month.
Downstairs Craig had paced angrily across the floor, his fingers flying over the smart phone as he had sent a blistering response to the question that had been left in voice mail. How dare she look down on him? He owned both her and her Company and she had no right to look down on anybody, least of all him as though he was something beneath her.
Growing up had been hard for Craig, in an orphanage by the time he was six, with no money and no family, he had had to fight for everything his whole life, quickly teaching all those who had looked down on him lessons. With his mouth set angrily he had snapped the phone shut, a coldness filling him. So Fiona Campbell thought herself so much better than him did she, well he knew how to deal with people like her.
Fiona had slept little that night, hearing several hours later as he had moved into his own room, her heart beating wildly as he had passed her locked door, confused when he had not stopped she had felt a strange disappointment. As the daylight had peeked through curtains, she had finally given up on sleep moving to the en-suite bathroom to shower before moving silently downstairs. Pulling the door open she had heard the soft laugh behind her, gritting her teeth as she had turned to face a fully dressed Craig.
“Sneaking out?”
Fiona raising her chin defiantly, her eyes flashing angrily at him
“No, I don’t SNEAK out…why you are up?”
With a knowing smile he had lifted the coffee cup he held, taking a sip before answering slowly
“I have a meeting. One which I can’t avoid…what about you?”
She had grasped the handle tightly trying not to show how flustered she felt.
“This is the last day before the Factory closes down for the holidays. There is a lot to do, and I wanted to have breakfast with Scott before he goes down to Glasgow”
Inclining his head, his smile had been full of mockery.
“Well give him my best…what time is the party?”
The question had taken her aback as she had stuttered softly
“It…it officially starts at eight…but nobody will really be there until nine”
Craig nodding softly
“Well I’ll be back in plenty of time…so I will see you then”
Turning he had moved back down the hallway towards the kitchen, not once commenting on what had happened the previous evening, Fiona stunned that he seemed to have completely forgotten the incident.
The day had passed in a blur as Scott and Fiona had ensured that the Business had wound down smoothly. At lunchtime as was traditional, the staff had all congregated at one of the local hotels for lunch, the wine flowing freely as they had celebrated both the holidays and also the
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