After being the last one to re-join the meeting, earning myself a disgruntled stare from Mr. Collins, I managed to work through the rest of the morning without a hiccup.
Lunchtime arrived so off I trundled to the kitchen for another round of drinks whilst they all indulged in the catered food and discussing the joys of golf.
As I reached for the milk from the fridge, a pair of hands snaked around my waist before delicious lips gifted kisses over my skin.
I turned round, grinning. “I think you’ve done enough for the time being.”
Cobalt eyes twinkled back at me, full of mischief. “Really? I could have continued.”
“Oh, really?”
Taking the milk from my hands, he grabbed my wrists, spun me round, and pinned me up against the wall. He pressed his lips to mine and I could do nothing but melt into a liquid pool. I couldn’t care less about anything or anyone at that moment. After a soul-shaking kiss, he loosened his grip and ran his hands up and down my body.
“I like you in a skirt.”
“I guess there’s no need to see you tonight now, is there?”
He pulled back, pretending to look offended. “Are you insinuating I only want you for sex, Miss Wilson?”
I giggled, reaching for his pale blue shirt and pulling him closer to me. “I’m not insinuating anything, Mr. Connors. I am merely pointing out a fact.”
He gave me a curious look, something I couldn’t quite grasp swimming through his gorgeous eyes. He graced me with a quick kiss before helping me sort the drinks.
After the meeting finished, a little after three, I stayed behind in the meeting room, checking through my notes. Mr. Collins always demanded his notes within forty-eight hours, which meant I had over ten pages of notes to do before Thursday morning. I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair, wondering where best to start.
Paul came back into the room, a big grin on his face as he sat next to me, running his fingers across my thigh with a cheeky wink.
I laughed and brushed his hand away. “I think you’ve had your play time today.”
He kissed me, his lips lingering with a touch of tenderness. “I’m really sorry but I’m going to have to cancel tonight.”
“I know.”
“What do you mean you know?”
“Well, you’ve satisfied yourself for today. You’ve no need to see me tonight now.”
He chuckled and took my hand, brushing his thumb across the back of it. “That’s not it at all. It’s family stuff. I’m sorry.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s fine, no worries.”
He smiled as he stood up. “I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Pecking me on the cheek, he strode out of the room without so much as a second glance.
***
I went into work the next morning, dressed in trousers, meeting Paul’s grinning face with my own triumphant smirk.
Before I even had a chance to sit down, Mr. Harris barked at me, demanding me in his office. I threw a surprised look Paul’s way, only for him to shrug his shoulders with a frown. I followed Mr. Harris into his office, emerging several minutes later with a list as long as my arm of things he wanted done.
With a sigh, I sat down, wondering how on earth I was going to do all of this plus Mr. Collins’s notes. I decided tea was the answer to my problems. Grumbling my way around the kitchen, I paid no attention to Paul, who stood in the doorway, until his silky voice slid through the air.
“Enjoy your alone time with Harris?”
I narrowed my eyes at him as I spilled some milk. “Why? Jealous?”
He grinned as he shook his head but said nothing.
“Oh, come on. You’re a big boy. You know how to share.”
He reached his arm out, catching my hand. “Very true, Miss Wilson.”
“If you must know, all he’s done is peed me off. I won’t be getting a lunch break or be going home on time.”
He swung me into his arms, amusement dancing through his eyes as he placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Alone in the office after hours? That could be interesting.”
I scowled at him before he gave me a final parting kiss, sauntering his way back to his office with a cheeky wink.
***
I worked all day, not even stopping for lunch. Paul was kind enough to fetch me a sandwich, which kept me going. After finishing all of Mr. Harris’ tasks, it was gone four p.m., which meant it would be a very late night for me with those notes still to do.
I plonked myself in my chair just as Molly came in, asking if I was ready to go home.
I shook my head. “Too much to do.”
“Oh. I wanted us to have tea together.” She pulled a full-on pout. “I’ve got some news.”
I raised an eyebrow, full well knowing she would tell me anyway.
“We’ve set the date.” She clapped her hands together and squealed. “August thirtieth—make sure you book it off. And I want us to go dress shopping so book July seventh off too.”
I sighed and nodded my agreement.
She perched herself on the end of my desk, whispering as she asked me about Paul.
Right on cue, he strode out of his office, flashing me a winning smile. His eyes fell on Molly and in an instant, his smile vanished and his twinkling blue eyes clouded over with a prickly darkness.
Molly straightened her posture and twiddled her blonde hair round her finger. “Hi, Mr. Connors.”
Paul said nothing to acknowledge her and sauntered out of the office in silence.
I rolled my eyes at her typical flirt with me behaviour. “Molly, you’re getting married in a few weeks.”
“Nothing wrong with window shopping.”
With nothing left worthy of browsing, she left me in peace with my mountain of notes. I continued to plough my way through my work. It was only my growling stomach that made me glance up at the clock to see it was nearly seven. Muttering a curse as I surrendered to the fact I’d have to come in early, Paul strolled through the door with a mischievous grin.
“Working late?”
“I’m not going to even dignify that with an answer.”
A smile curved his delightful mouth before he thrust his hand out towards me. “Come on.”
I frowned. “What? I’m not in the mood for games, Paul.”
“Stop worrying about it. He’s not going to sack you for handing him his minutes in late, and if he does, then he’ll have questions to answer. Come on, you need food.”
“Paul…”
“Shut up and get your cute little ass out that door.”