he had to tread carefully around her. She was incredibly tight-lipped, and terribly self-defeatist. Someone had really stomped her confidence into the dust. She wasn’t anything like the siren of his dreams, and he longed more than anything to find her again.
She must have had some self-assurance once. To run a successful business in a place like Artarmon would take some doing. It seemed such a shame to let her talents go to waste processing claims when she was clever enough to create such exquisite pieces of jewellery. He also knew as soon as his mother saw them, she’d want to start creating her own.
The following morning Sophie woke feeling even worse than the day before, wondering why she was having a relapse of her illness, but after nibbling on a biscuit, she felt a bit better, and finished getting ready for work.
She couldn’t let the team down this early in the piece, particularly as she’d worked through a couple of cases on her own the previous afternoon. It really wasn’t that hard, making her question why it attracted a higher salary than preparing the cases, which to her was more exhausting on account of all the data entry involved. She also felt like she was at last using her brain, although she suspected this too would get tedious after a while.
She only had to ask Geoff a couple of questions, and thankfully Vic wasn’t there for most of the morning to distract her with his handsome presence. He was at some managers meeting apparently, making her wonder if there were more than a dozen people present if he could give a report to them.
What on earth could have caused something like that to happen to him?
Kids rioting in the classroom?
One too many smart-aleck remarks from the back of the room?
Did she really want to know?
Yes, she did.
After their cosy, almost relaxing lunch together, she found the real Vic Rose just as intriguing and exciting as the one she’d conjured up in her dreams. Just why had she dreamt of him? She’d heard of people who claimed they could see into the future, but Sophie had never had such experiences. If her sexy interludes with him were a sign of something, she would dearly love to know of what.
When she looked up, she saw the man in question walking towards his desk, the black leather coat slung over one arm, a briefcase in his other hand. He gave the staff present a salute, which included her, before turning around to switch on his computer.
Sophie tried to return her attention to the case she’d been working on, but as she glanced at the back of his blonde head, she started thinking about the comments he’d made yesterday regarding her jewellery business. More than ever she longed to get back into it, if only this tiredness and nausea would go away. Last night she’d gone to bed at nine o clock, and fallen asleep almost immediately. She hoped she would get over it soon, as it was really starting to annoy her.
She watched Vic make a phone call, although she couldn’t hear what he was saying, and decided she’d daydreamed long enough, but trying to focus her attention on what she was meant to be doing when she was so tired and distracted wasn’t easy.
“Sophie?” She looked up when Vic said her name. “I’ve got someone on the phone who wants to talk to you. Can I put her through?”
“Of course,” she replied politely.
Expecting it to be a client, she was surprised when an older woman asked her if she’d been the former owner of Butterfly Beads at Artarmon.
“Yes I was,” Sophie answered, wondering where this was heading.
“I was really annoyed when you shut up shop. I was just about to enrol in one of your eight week courses, you see,” the woman said.
“Well I’m sorry about that, but I had my reasons, although it is nice of you to remember me.”
“It was my son who reminded me. I’m Vera Rose by the way.”
“Oh.” Sophie glared at the back of Vic’s head. “Sophie Quinn,” she introduced herself.
“Well Vic said you were
She must have had some self-assurance once. To run a successful business in a place like Artarmon would take some doing. It seemed such a shame to let her talents go to waste processing claims when she was clever enough to create such exquisite pieces of jewellery. He also knew as soon as his mother saw them, she’d want to start creating her own.
The following morning Sophie woke feeling even worse than the day before, wondering why she was having a relapse of her illness, but after nibbling on a biscuit, she felt a bit better, and finished getting ready for work.
She couldn’t let the team down this early in the piece, particularly as she’d worked through a couple of cases on her own the previous afternoon. It really wasn’t that hard, making her question why it attracted a higher salary than preparing the cases, which to her was more exhausting on account of all the data entry involved. She also felt like she was at last using her brain, although she suspected this too would get tedious after a while.
She only had to ask Geoff a couple of questions, and thankfully Vic wasn’t there for most of the morning to distract her with his handsome presence. He was at some managers meeting apparently, making her wonder if there were more than a dozen people present if he could give a report to them.
What on earth could have caused something like that to happen to him?
Kids rioting in the classroom?
One too many smart-aleck remarks from the back of the room?
Did she really want to know?
Yes, she did.
After their cosy, almost relaxing lunch together, she found the real Vic Rose just as intriguing and exciting as the one she’d conjured up in her dreams. Just why had she dreamt of him? She’d heard of people who claimed they could see into the future, but Sophie had never had such experiences. If her sexy interludes with him were a sign of something, she would dearly love to know of what.
When she looked up, she saw the man in question walking towards his desk, the black leather coat slung over one arm, a briefcase in his other hand. He gave the staff present a salute, which included her, before turning around to switch on his computer.
Sophie tried to return her attention to the case she’d been working on, but as she glanced at the back of his blonde head, she started thinking about the comments he’d made yesterday regarding her jewellery business. More than ever she longed to get back into it, if only this tiredness and nausea would go away. Last night she’d gone to bed at nine o clock, and fallen asleep almost immediately. She hoped she would get over it soon, as it was really starting to annoy her.
She watched Vic make a phone call, although she couldn’t hear what he was saying, and decided she’d daydreamed long enough, but trying to focus her attention on what she was meant to be doing when she was so tired and distracted wasn’t easy.
“Sophie?” She looked up when Vic said her name. “I’ve got someone on the phone who wants to talk to you. Can I put her through?”
“Of course,” she replied politely.
Expecting it to be a client, she was surprised when an older woman asked her if she’d been the former owner of Butterfly Beads at Artarmon.
“Yes I was,” Sophie answered, wondering where this was heading.
“I was really annoyed when you shut up shop. I was just about to enrol in one of your eight week courses, you see,” the woman said.
“Well I’m sorry about that, but I had my reasons, although it is nice of you to remember me.”
“It was my son who reminded me. I’m Vera Rose by the way.”
“Oh.” Sophie glared at the back of Vic’s head. “Sophie Quinn,” she introduced herself.
“Well Vic said you were
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