towards the elevator and wondered what the hell he was going to say to Pam. Before the run-in with Caroline, his only thought had been to get Pam upstairs and to pick up where they’d left off at Times Square. The entire drive back to his apartment he’d been thinking about peeling the dress away from Pam’s delectable body. Kissing every inch of her skin and making her call out his name. He’d had to restrain himself from taking her in the cab. He was sure she didn’t want to give the cab driver another display of affection.
What spell had she cast over him that made him lose his mind? That made him want to throw everything he believed in out the window? That made him want to give himself to a woman as he’d never done before.
Now, thanks to Caroline and her reminder Pam was his assistant and his no-getting-involved-with-his-assistant rules, all his plans were discarded. His desire had cooled and clarity had returned.
What he now planned to do was check on Pam and ensure she was settled in her room. A quick knock, ask if she was okay, then back away. It’s all he had to do. Then he could go to his room with his integrity still intact. It didn’t matter that he would be in bed alone. If he was to remain true to himself, then Pamela Bishop was untouchable. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions get the better of him. He wouldn’t ruin his life as his father had ruined his mother’s life, and his own.
Chapter 8
Pam sat in Nick’s kitchen, nursing a glass of juice and looking out the window at the view of the city. She stifled a yawn. Sleep had been minimal last night. She blamed it on jet lag but she knew it was more to do with what had happened downstairs when they had arrived home.
Who was that woman who threw herself at Nick? Was she a former lover? Did it really matter who she was? The other woman had been beautiful, stylish and everything Pam wasn’t. She’d known that the moment she’d seen the other woman. She also didn’t want to witness the lips that had been kissing her, not half an hour before, kissing another woman.
For a few hours Pam thought she was like the other woman, dressed in a gorgeous designer gown. Out on the arm of a gorgeous man. Living a fairytale. In the cold light of day, she knew fairytales weren’t real. She wasn’t a princess. She was plain, boring Pam. Instead of wearing one of her new outfits, she’d gone back to what she was comfortable in. Her sensible navy blue skirt with matching jacket. The proper attire for an executive assistant. The complete opposite to the dress she’d worn yesterday, something she imagined the girl from last night who had been waiting for Nick downstairs, would look dynamite in. No, today, in the clothes she had on, she felt moderately in control of herself and the way her life was heading.
‘Morning.’
Pam looked up as Nick entered the room carrying his laptop bag. Dressed in a black suit with a pale blue shirt and dark grey tie, he looked sophisticated and breathtakingly handsome. She wanted to walk over there and put her arms around him. The look in his eyes stopped the urge quickly. He looked so hard and untouchable, it made her think he regretted touching her last night. Maybe he felt guilty he had his hands all over her when he was already spoken for.
Pam hated feeling like this. Feeling like she was the other woman, the woman responsible for other people’s heartache. Making her as bad as the woman who’d broken up her parent’s marriage. She had always promised herself she wouldn’t get involved with a man who was in a relationship; clearly, she’d done exactly that.
Well, it didn’t mean she had to be that person. If Nick wanted to play it cool then she’d play it cool too. She would be his perfect assistant. That was her role.
‘Good morning. If you give me a couple of minutes I’ll be ready to leave.’
He nodded his head, moved to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. ‘About last night.’
Pam held up
What spell had she cast over him that made him lose his mind? That made him want to throw everything he believed in out the window? That made him want to give himself to a woman as he’d never done before.
Now, thanks to Caroline and her reminder Pam was his assistant and his no-getting-involved-with-his-assistant rules, all his plans were discarded. His desire had cooled and clarity had returned.
What he now planned to do was check on Pam and ensure she was settled in her room. A quick knock, ask if she was okay, then back away. It’s all he had to do. Then he could go to his room with his integrity still intact. It didn’t matter that he would be in bed alone. If he was to remain true to himself, then Pamela Bishop was untouchable. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions get the better of him. He wouldn’t ruin his life as his father had ruined his mother’s life, and his own.
Chapter 8
Pam sat in Nick’s kitchen, nursing a glass of juice and looking out the window at the view of the city. She stifled a yawn. Sleep had been minimal last night. She blamed it on jet lag but she knew it was more to do with what had happened downstairs when they had arrived home.
Who was that woman who threw herself at Nick? Was she a former lover? Did it really matter who she was? The other woman had been beautiful, stylish and everything Pam wasn’t. She’d known that the moment she’d seen the other woman. She also didn’t want to witness the lips that had been kissing her, not half an hour before, kissing another woman.
For a few hours Pam thought she was like the other woman, dressed in a gorgeous designer gown. Out on the arm of a gorgeous man. Living a fairytale. In the cold light of day, she knew fairytales weren’t real. She wasn’t a princess. She was plain, boring Pam. Instead of wearing one of her new outfits, she’d gone back to what she was comfortable in. Her sensible navy blue skirt with matching jacket. The proper attire for an executive assistant. The complete opposite to the dress she’d worn yesterday, something she imagined the girl from last night who had been waiting for Nick downstairs, would look dynamite in. No, today, in the clothes she had on, she felt moderately in control of herself and the way her life was heading.
‘Morning.’
Pam looked up as Nick entered the room carrying his laptop bag. Dressed in a black suit with a pale blue shirt and dark grey tie, he looked sophisticated and breathtakingly handsome. She wanted to walk over there and put her arms around him. The look in his eyes stopped the urge quickly. He looked so hard and untouchable, it made her think he regretted touching her last night. Maybe he felt guilty he had his hands all over her when he was already spoken for.
Pam hated feeling like this. Feeling like she was the other woman, the woman responsible for other people’s heartache. Making her as bad as the woman who’d broken up her parent’s marriage. She had always promised herself she wouldn’t get involved with a man who was in a relationship; clearly, she’d done exactly that.
Well, it didn’t mean she had to be that person. If Nick wanted to play it cool then she’d play it cool too. She would be his perfect assistant. That was her role.
‘Good morning. If you give me a couple of minutes I’ll be ready to leave.’
He nodded his head, moved to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. ‘About last night.’
Pam held up
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