Chapter 5
When Janet woke, she was comforted by light streaming through the curtains. She felt the warmth on her skin and sighed in pleasure. She wasn’t sure why, but she had gotten a fantastic sleep that night. She felt comfortable and content.
Keeping her eyes shut, Janet’s mind drifted to the night before, drifted to the feeling of Fang’s hands on her skin, the comfort of his embrace, the warmth as she had snuggled in and fallen asleep. Janet sighed in pleasure. Everything felt so perfect-
The meeting! Janet didn’t feel Fang’s body against hers, and with the warm sunlight streaming in… Janet bolted upright, clutching the blanket to her body, hiding herself from view. She looked around frantically, trying to find a clock, find some way of telling the time and finding out how screwed she was.
She didn’t see any, and she jumped up, fumbling for her clothes. She threw the dress back on and dropped the blanket. Fang had told her he would wake her up! So where was he? Janet felt panic grip her heart, the frantic rush of someone who was late and knew it.
It wasn’t until she sped into the kitchen, that she found Fang and skid to a stop. He was dressed, in what looked to be a business shirt, all black, and buttoned up, with black slacks to match. He was standing at the counter and Janet realized that he was fixing two cups of coffee.
As she skid into the kitchen, he turned his gaze on her, taking her in, a smirk playing on his lips, “Good morning.”
He seemed too casual, so smug that Janet felt a twinge of annoyance, and relief. Maybe she hadn’t overslept, maybe he was keeping his word. Still, she had to be sure, “What time is it?”
Fang chuckled, shaking his head, “You would think I would get a good morning, at least.” He lingered, his eyes roving over her body, before he finally answered, “It’s nine am, sweetheart, just about.” He turned back to the coffee, “The meeting doesn’t start until-”
“Twelve…” Janet finished, feeling herself go red. She felt incredibly sheepish. Of course he would have kept his promise. Not only did he seem like that kind of guy, but Janet assumed that he wasn’t in the mood to lose his job either. Of course he was making sure that she wouldn’t be late.
“How do you like your coffee?” Fang was going on with the morning, like her questions had never even happened, and Janet decided that that was probably the best way to handle the whole situation.
“Two sugars. Cream.” She managed a smile.
He nodded, “Sure.” A moment later, he was pushing the coffee into her hands, “Have that and go get ready. I’ll sort breakfast out.”
Janet was touched, “You cook?”
Fang snorted, a sound borne of humor, his eyes sparkling with mirth, “Me? No, I tend to burn everything. I’ll get room service, though.”
Janet laughed, a sound that broke any lingering tension in the room. She smiled at him as she took the coffee, “Thank you.” Janet realized, with a start, that she hadn’t laughed properly for a long, long while. Since her father had died, in fact.
Janet must have been looking at Fang strangely, because he gave her a quizzical look, “What?”
Janet shook her head, “Nothing.” She shrugged, “It’s just been a while since I’ve laughed, I guess.” With that, she turned, taking the coffee into the living room and grabbing her notes. She read through them while she sipped her coffee and she could hear Fang on the phone in another room.
There was a clipped air to his voice and Janet could only assume that he was dealing with business, with the security for the day. She felt warmth spread through her. Despite his clipped voice and cool eyes, she now knew that there was more to him, more lurking beneath the surface, more than he let on.
There was a fire in him, a softness to him and a passion unlike any that Janet had ever experienced, had ever tasted. He was intoxicating and Janet couldn’t help but think back on the night before, think of the way his hands had felt on her body, running over her skin. He was exceptional in bed, exceptional when he held her, touched her, kissed her skin…
Janet shook her head and tried to dislodge those thoughts. She had a meeting to focus on today, after all. It was important that she made it through, that she focused on what was important and that she got there in the end. It was vital that she got through this meeting successfully.
Janet finished her coffee, standing up and heading to her bedroom. She had her outfit chosen in advance for today and she took it out before heading to the bathroom. She opted for a shower today, sliding into the warmth and spending time washing her hair, combing out all of the tangles and smoothing it out. She also lingered over washing herself, making sure to remove any traces of the smell of their love making. She was sad to do this, but she couldn’t have anyone in the meeting questioning her, or her morals, especially if that could affect the company.
Once she was clean and ready, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her hair up. She dried off, and lotioned up her skin, leaving it soft. She towel dried her hair and then styled it into simple waves. She then tucked it back, putting it up in a business style. She stepped into her clothes, a respectable navy dress, fitted blazer, stockings and low, black heels. She put on light makeup and looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked older, looked respectable, and looked like a young business woman. Now, she just had to walk the walk and prove to everyone, including herself, that she belonged here, that she was the right woman for the job.
Because if she couldn’t, her father’s company would be on the line, and Janet could not allow that to happen.