had an all out war going on in there. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, this man was so beautiful.
The feeling inside me was alien and I didn’t like it. I watched as he drunk me in; his eyes were waving at me with those luscious eyelashes of his. I wanted to run—wanted to bolt—but it was like my feet were cemented to the ground. My heart couldn’t seem to find any rhythm and my breathing quickly followed suit.
What is wrong with me?
I suddenly felt anger towards this stranger. How dare he make me feel this way. I didn’t even know him and I felt my insides were going to explode if he looked at me one more time with those fucking come-to-bed eyes of his.
“I’m fine,” I said with gritted teeth. Lords knows how I found the two words to string together, but I did. They came out like I was a baby practising speech, but I got there somehow.
“I don’t think I recall ever seeing you around here before.” The sexy stranger grinned at me and I nearly passed out.
“Well it is a big place,” I said, sarcastically. I’m not doing very well. I’m being rude to him and making it obvious. Instead I got back to fiddling with my umbrella just so I didn’t have to look at him again. No matter how much I actually did want to look at him.
“Here, Angel, let me help you with that.”
Snapping my head up at him, my eyes bulged. “How did you…?” I began. He stared at me, noticing my shocked reaction. “Oh, never mind,” I said storming off.
“Wait!” he shouted after me. “You’re name’s not Angel is it?”
I turned around, feeling the drops coming that little bit more persistently. “No, it’s Angelina.” I looked at him like I didn’t give a fuck, but I know I do. I sure hope I have a good poker face.
“Heaven most be missing one,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“Oh really.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Like I’ve never heard that one before.” He looked at me, somewhat confused. I could see he was trying to figure something out, but I didn’t know what. I’m about to turn around but then I hear that damn voice of his again. “Goodbye, my angel.”
With a swing of my heels, I was about to snap at him again, but it was almost like he had vanished into thin air. Poof, he was gone. I started to wonder if Cruella had slipped me something without my knowledge. I was starting to see things now.
I eventually got back to the office in one piece. Although it was difficult, I somehow managed to put the umbrella up in the end. I don’t know why I even bothered to tell you the truth, as I was all wet now. My hair was dripping all over the floor by the time I was back at the shop. I didn’t give a shit. I wanted a drink.
A full set of eyes lingered on me the minute I pushed the door open. Shelly, Brad, and Anthony were looking at me with great big fuck off grins on their faces.
Pricks.
“What you smiling at?” I wasn’t in the mood. I was wet, I was uncomfortable—I’d just been felt up by the Dalmatian lady—and had a mirage of the most gorgeous arsehole I had ever seen on the planet.
“How did it go?” Anthony sat there, nervously twiddling his thumbs. He could see I was angry, so tried to ask as nicely as possible.
“It was hideous. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but Cruella’s got roving hands,” I said, trying to dust myself off. “At least she made an offer.”
“She did?” Shelly almost squealed the words.
“Yes, now I have to ring the vendors and get this whole thing wrapped up as quickly as possible. The pub is calling me.”
I sat down—or rather flopped down—at my desk, and flicked through my list of contacts. I quickly found the Marcus’s mobile number and dialled.
They were happy when I called as it sounded as though they wanted the sale as quickly as possible. They were moving to the US and were keen to cut ties as quickly as possible. They
The feeling inside me was alien and I didn’t like it. I watched as he drunk me in; his eyes were waving at me with those luscious eyelashes of his. I wanted to run—wanted to bolt—but it was like my feet were cemented to the ground. My heart couldn’t seem to find any rhythm and my breathing quickly followed suit.
What is wrong with me?
I suddenly felt anger towards this stranger. How dare he make me feel this way. I didn’t even know him and I felt my insides were going to explode if he looked at me one more time with those fucking come-to-bed eyes of his.
“I’m fine,” I said with gritted teeth. Lords knows how I found the two words to string together, but I did. They came out like I was a baby practising speech, but I got there somehow.
“I don’t think I recall ever seeing you around here before.” The sexy stranger grinned at me and I nearly passed out.
“Well it is a big place,” I said, sarcastically. I’m not doing very well. I’m being rude to him and making it obvious. Instead I got back to fiddling with my umbrella just so I didn’t have to look at him again. No matter how much I actually did want to look at him.
“Here, Angel, let me help you with that.”
Snapping my head up at him, my eyes bulged. “How did you…?” I began. He stared at me, noticing my shocked reaction. “Oh, never mind,” I said storming off.
“Wait!” he shouted after me. “You’re name’s not Angel is it?”
I turned around, feeling the drops coming that little bit more persistently. “No, it’s Angelina.” I looked at him like I didn’t give a fuck, but I know I do. I sure hope I have a good poker face.
“Heaven most be missing one,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“Oh really.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Like I’ve never heard that one before.” He looked at me, somewhat confused. I could see he was trying to figure something out, but I didn’t know what. I’m about to turn around but then I hear that damn voice of his again. “Goodbye, my angel.”
With a swing of my heels, I was about to snap at him again, but it was almost like he had vanished into thin air. Poof, he was gone. I started to wonder if Cruella had slipped me something without my knowledge. I was starting to see things now.
I eventually got back to the office in one piece. Although it was difficult, I somehow managed to put the umbrella up in the end. I don’t know why I even bothered to tell you the truth, as I was all wet now. My hair was dripping all over the floor by the time I was back at the shop. I didn’t give a shit. I wanted a drink.
A full set of eyes lingered on me the minute I pushed the door open. Shelly, Brad, and Anthony were looking at me with great big fuck off grins on their faces.
Pricks.
“What you smiling at?” I wasn’t in the mood. I was wet, I was uncomfortable—I’d just been felt up by the Dalmatian lady—and had a mirage of the most gorgeous arsehole I had ever seen on the planet.
“How did it go?” Anthony sat there, nervously twiddling his thumbs. He could see I was angry, so tried to ask as nicely as possible.
“It was hideous. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but Cruella’s got roving hands,” I said, trying to dust myself off. “At least she made an offer.”
“She did?” Shelly almost squealed the words.
“Yes, now I have to ring the vendors and get this whole thing wrapped up as quickly as possible. The pub is calling me.”
I sat down—or rather flopped down—at my desk, and flicked through my list of contacts. I quickly found the Marcus’s mobile number and dialled.
They were happy when I called as it sounded as though they wanted the sale as quickly as possible. They were moving to the US and were keen to cut ties as quickly as possible. They
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