my head down and wait for the room to fill with everyone that is required to attend. I can hear different voices fill the room and then I am sure I recognize the American accent I heard last night that sounded so familiar move away from me and then pause as I feel those eyes on me again. It’s as if the stare penetrates my whole body, I feel tingles all over and it’s as if I can feel him look over me as if I were naked. My temperature rises and I am sure I can feel my cheeks begin to flush. This is such a strange sensation, why am I getting like this? I hope I’m not getting a bug. I take in a deep cleansing breath and turn around and that’s when I’m sure my world stops turning. I swear I can feel my legs begin to shake and my temperature rises to higher levels. I can feel my blood leave my head and I’m sure I can feel the sweat pooling at my brow making me feel uneasy and shaky. There at the head of the table opposite to where I am meant to sit is the man that has been consuming my thoughts since I first meet him.
Samuel.
Samuel is Mr. Harding. Mr. Harding is Samuel. Of course he is, because that’s just how my life goes. All the bloody time, as soon as I think things are getting good something comes along and makes my life turn on its axis and the bastard is looking at me all over with a smug grin on that face of his. Oh God, why does the world hate me, out of all people my boss has to be the one man who seems to be able to get a reaction out of me. This isn’t good. This so isn’t good and I can feel the bile rise at the back of my throat? Why am I allowing myself to get this bothered by him, the man’s a billionaire and there’s no chance he will be interested in me. That’s right, Grace, there is no chance Mr. Moneybags over there will be interested in little old me. I take in another deep breath and carry on doing what I was doing and the whole time I can feel his eyes undressing me. I must stop thinking about him because he’s just messing with me, just trying to get a reaction out of me. I take my seat and get myself ready to make notes when I hear that American accent again. Oh God, I could listen to that accent all day.
“OK, ladies and gentlemen, are we ready to begin?” He sounds so in control that I can’t help, but look over at him. He’s sat there all cool and handsome with his dark grey suit and black tie and white shirt that just seems to reek of expense. He’s so out of my league.
“What’s going on with these reports?” I can see everyone in the room instantly become nervous and the tense atmosphere increases. I see him lean forward and reach over for a case and then he’s completing his look by putting on a pair of black rimmed glasses and I can swear I feel my knickers get slightly damp.
“Let me tell you what these reports tell me.” He takes a breath before he continues.
“The business is doing well, very well in fact, but there are a lot of credits and there have been no investments. My father and uncle want to take the business into Europe, hotels, spas, malls, you name it and that is where the business is going over here, but I see nothing in these reports that suggest you are doing your jobs.” Through my eyelashes I can see the people in the room look at one another and as I turn to look at Samuel I can see he is looking frustrated. His eyes are intense as they look out at the table and his hands are held together in front of what I expect is a hard defined chest. Even in this state the man exudes sex appeal and if I were that way inclined I would want to jump at the chance. My God, where did that come from? Stop it, Grace, you are supposed to be working. Just then I’m being drawn back to the room when I hear something interesting from the director.
“Sir, we haven’t made as much as you think.”
“These reports suggest that you have and I want to know what’s been happening
Samuel.
Samuel is Mr. Harding. Mr. Harding is Samuel. Of course he is, because that’s just how my life goes. All the bloody time, as soon as I think things are getting good something comes along and makes my life turn on its axis and the bastard is looking at me all over with a smug grin on that face of his. Oh God, why does the world hate me, out of all people my boss has to be the one man who seems to be able to get a reaction out of me. This isn’t good. This so isn’t good and I can feel the bile rise at the back of my throat? Why am I allowing myself to get this bothered by him, the man’s a billionaire and there’s no chance he will be interested in me. That’s right, Grace, there is no chance Mr. Moneybags over there will be interested in little old me. I take in another deep breath and carry on doing what I was doing and the whole time I can feel his eyes undressing me. I must stop thinking about him because he’s just messing with me, just trying to get a reaction out of me. I take my seat and get myself ready to make notes when I hear that American accent again. Oh God, I could listen to that accent all day.
“OK, ladies and gentlemen, are we ready to begin?” He sounds so in control that I can’t help, but look over at him. He’s sat there all cool and handsome with his dark grey suit and black tie and white shirt that just seems to reek of expense. He’s so out of my league.
“What’s going on with these reports?” I can see everyone in the room instantly become nervous and the tense atmosphere increases. I see him lean forward and reach over for a case and then he’s completing his look by putting on a pair of black rimmed glasses and I can swear I feel my knickers get slightly damp.
“Let me tell you what these reports tell me.” He takes a breath before he continues.
“The business is doing well, very well in fact, but there are a lot of credits and there have been no investments. My father and uncle want to take the business into Europe, hotels, spas, malls, you name it and that is where the business is going over here, but I see nothing in these reports that suggest you are doing your jobs.” Through my eyelashes I can see the people in the room look at one another and as I turn to look at Samuel I can see he is looking frustrated. His eyes are intense as they look out at the table and his hands are held together in front of what I expect is a hard defined chest. Even in this state the man exudes sex appeal and if I were that way inclined I would want to jump at the chance. My God, where did that come from? Stop it, Grace, you are supposed to be working. Just then I’m being drawn back to the room when I hear something interesting from the director.
“Sir, we haven’t made as much as you think.”
“These reports suggest that you have and I want to know what’s been happening
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