be careful though, Sandra has her eyes clamped on
him." A lightning shudder flitted through Nadine's body until she realised
that there was no way that Melissa knew anything about Ethan's occupation.
They sat together, with
Michael Zimmerman, Mario, his girlfriend, Stefan, Thierry, Patrice and Sandra
whose husband had not yet arrived. The meal was short and swift and
afterwards most people lingered a very short time over at the drinks bar before
retiring to bed because the next day was going to be full on with lots of
presentations and meetings for the employees of the Zimmerman Group. The
partner guests, like Ethan, were to indulge themselves by using the gym,
swimming pool, playing golf, or getting some treatments from the spa.
One down, one more to
go , thought Nadine, thankful that
the Friday night was over. She knew the nights were going to be the hardest to
get through. And if she was honest with herself, she would admit that she was
starting to enjoy her private time with Ethan.
“How did I do?” asked
Ethan, settling down on the sofa chair, his long legs spread out comfortably
before him. He placed his thumb under his chin and his index finger under his
bottom lip, striking an almost thinking pose as he watched Nadine.
She was trying to find a
safe position in which to sit down. She chose the bed and then sat down on it,
first crossing her legs, then uncrossing them, them choosing to move further up
the bed and finally she propped her head against the headboard, with her legs
out in front of her.
"You did good Ethan,
you just need to string it out for another day and a half," her green eyes
looked at him wistfully. He looked most handsome, sitting there across the room
from her with his short cropped hair giving him an almost military look.
“I’m sorry I was so nasty
earlier when we were up here. I don’t know what came over me. I think its
because this means a lot to me. Sandra is always on my case. I’m paranoid that
she’s going to find out about us.”
“Why are you so scared of
her?”
Nadine paused. “Because
she makes my life hell.”
“So why do you put up
with it?”
“Because I’ve just been
promoted and I want to prove myself here except that she’s placing the most
crazy demands on me.”
“She sounds like a total
bitch.”
It fell suddenly silent
in the room.
Here they were, two semi
strangers sharing the intimacy of a hotel bedroom. The absence of conversation
hung in the air.
"You're
staring," she whispered, feeling a little bit unsure of herself.
"I was looking
at you," he replied, his eyes twinkling in the now dim light of the room.
Quickly, he got up and adjusted the lighting, turning on the sconces on either
side of the bed. The light from them bathed Nadine in a soft, warm light. Ethan
came over to the bed and sat down beside her. His sat sideways, with his feet
on the floor and he swiveled around from his waist and turned to her.
"I was just wondering how we were going to sleep." Nadine blushed.
She knew she was blushing, and got mad at herself for doing so, which made her
blush even more. She looked around the room, skirting her eyes over the
glaringly massive bed. He enjoyed watching her discomfort. Nadine, feeling his
strong presence so near to her, felt her heart racing and prayed that he didn't
hear it.
He traced a finger
delicately over her lower lip.
Breathless, with the
electric feel of his finger on her lips, she said shakily, "Don't you go
making any funny moves now." She glared at him, determined to have the
upper hand and to maintain a sense of control. "I mean it Ethan, don't
assume I'm an easy shot. We had a deal remember."
Instinctively, he
withdrew his finger. "Hey, I didn't mean anything by it. I just
thought we had a.......connection." He stared at her, seeing the look of
fear in her face. What was she afraid of?
He got up and walked
away, "I thought we had a connection. That's all. I don't want you to feel
that I'm going to be
him." A lightning shudder flitted through Nadine's body until she realised
that there was no way that Melissa knew anything about Ethan's occupation.
They sat together, with
Michael Zimmerman, Mario, his girlfriend, Stefan, Thierry, Patrice and Sandra
whose husband had not yet arrived. The meal was short and swift and
afterwards most people lingered a very short time over at the drinks bar before
retiring to bed because the next day was going to be full on with lots of
presentations and meetings for the employees of the Zimmerman Group. The
partner guests, like Ethan, were to indulge themselves by using the gym,
swimming pool, playing golf, or getting some treatments from the spa.
One down, one more to
go , thought Nadine, thankful that
the Friday night was over. She knew the nights were going to be the hardest to
get through. And if she was honest with herself, she would admit that she was
starting to enjoy her private time with Ethan.
“How did I do?” asked
Ethan, settling down on the sofa chair, his long legs spread out comfortably
before him. He placed his thumb under his chin and his index finger under his
bottom lip, striking an almost thinking pose as he watched Nadine.
She was trying to find a
safe position in which to sit down. She chose the bed and then sat down on it,
first crossing her legs, then uncrossing them, them choosing to move further up
the bed and finally she propped her head against the headboard, with her legs
out in front of her.
"You did good Ethan,
you just need to string it out for another day and a half," her green eyes
looked at him wistfully. He looked most handsome, sitting there across the room
from her with his short cropped hair giving him an almost military look.
“I’m sorry I was so nasty
earlier when we were up here. I don’t know what came over me. I think its
because this means a lot to me. Sandra is always on my case. I’m paranoid that
she’s going to find out about us.”
“Why are you so scared of
her?”
Nadine paused. “Because
she makes my life hell.”
“So why do you put up
with it?”
“Because I’ve just been
promoted and I want to prove myself here except that she’s placing the most
crazy demands on me.”
“She sounds like a total
bitch.”
It fell suddenly silent
in the room.
Here they were, two semi
strangers sharing the intimacy of a hotel bedroom. The absence of conversation
hung in the air.
"You're
staring," she whispered, feeling a little bit unsure of herself.
"I was looking
at you," he replied, his eyes twinkling in the now dim light of the room.
Quickly, he got up and adjusted the lighting, turning on the sconces on either
side of the bed. The light from them bathed Nadine in a soft, warm light. Ethan
came over to the bed and sat down beside her. His sat sideways, with his feet
on the floor and he swiveled around from his waist and turned to her.
"I was just wondering how we were going to sleep." Nadine blushed.
She knew she was blushing, and got mad at herself for doing so, which made her
blush even more. She looked around the room, skirting her eyes over the
glaringly massive bed. He enjoyed watching her discomfort. Nadine, feeling his
strong presence so near to her, felt her heart racing and prayed that he didn't
hear it.
He traced a finger
delicately over her lower lip.
Breathless, with the
electric feel of his finger on her lips, she said shakily, "Don't you go
making any funny moves now." She glared at him, determined to have the
upper hand and to maintain a sense of control. "I mean it Ethan, don't
assume I'm an easy shot. We had a deal remember."
Instinctively, he
withdrew his finger. "Hey, I didn't mean anything by it. I just
thought we had a.......connection." He stared at her, seeing the look of
fear in her face. What was she afraid of?
He got up and walked
away, "I thought we had a connection. That's all. I don't want you to feel
that I'm going to be
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