in the bar and warn him off had proved that to me.
“I shouldn’t say that, it’s not very respectful.” Jenny shrugged. “But you know what I mean. He’s not the first one who springs to mind if any of us have a personal problem we need help with. Andre is much more empathetic.”
“I think Tristan is just busy. Perhaps once he’s handed some run of the mill work over to me he’ll lighten up.”
“Lighten up.” She giggled. “If he turned into a lump of lead he’d still be lighter than he is now. I can’t see that ever happening.”
For some reason I felt defensive on Tristan’s behalf. Okay he’d been a prat yesterday but he’d found me and apologized. We were starting anew today. I was giving him a second chance.
But I didn’t want to involve myself in gossip with Jenny, so after gathering up the two coffees, I left the kitchen.
Tristan was standing at my desk leafing through a file.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Stella.” He turned to me, his gaze drifting down my outfit, then settling on the mugs in my hands. “Good morning.”
“Coffee?” I smiled as I passed it to him.
“Thank you.” There was a twinkle in the depths of his black eyes as he’d spoken.
Damn, the guy was model-hot when his features softened. He could easily grace a catwalk or the cover of a magazine. Andre was boy next door cute with an easy smile while Tristan was chiseled handsome with a smile that clearly had to be earned by the recipient.
I stepped up to him and nodded at the file. “What have you got there? Something for me to do?”
“Actually yes, if you think you can manage it.”
“Well, tell me what it is.” It had bold black print across the top of the folder indicating it was minutes of a meeting with a lawyer.
“I need someone to go through this with a fine-toothed comb, make sure the contracts match what we agreed at the meetings.”
“I can do that.”
“Sure?”
“How about we look at it as a test.” And when I pass you’ll be able to trust the fact that I’m qualified for my job.
“Okay.” He took a sip of his drink and studied me over the rim.
“I’ll get to it this morning, right after I’ve checked my emails.”
He nodded, then turned to his office. He took one step and his phone rang.
“Tristan Wainwright,” he snapped into it, his voice back to the briskness of yesterday.
As he walked away from me, phone pressed to his ear, I admired the cut of his suit. It was the finest quality, dark navy with sharp creases. He’d teamed it with a navy shirt and the collar peeked over the jacket, just touching the dark hair at his nape.
When he was being charming he was pretty damn hot. But when he was being a dick, he was best avoided.
I sat and clicked on my emails. My heart did a little flip when I spotted one from Andre and I ignored the others and opened it first.
Hey Stella
Great call on the restaurant last night. The customers loved it. I’d like to take you there one day, the views were stunning.
I hope you and Tristan are hitting it off. Would you ask him to check in on the Gent account? There are some pending issues in the joint inbox.
Have a great day.
Andre x
I read it twice, visualizing his lips moving as he spoke those words. Mmm, his lips. I could imagine them on my body, his skin against mine, our limbs entwined and sex-sweat slick against our chests.
“Stella.”
I started and caught my breath. Tristan stood right behind me.
“Yes?” I spun around.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I pressed my hand to my sternum, my fingers catching in the bow on my blouse.
His gaze drifted to the silky ribbons. “I just…”
“Yes?”
“I just…” He looked back up at my face. “Wondered if Andre had mentioned the Gent account.”
“Er … he has. He said to check your joint inbox.”
“Excellent.” For a second, his eyes lingered on my computer screen.
I wondered if he’d noticed the kiss Andre had added after his name.
I twitched my finger,
“I shouldn’t say that, it’s not very respectful.” Jenny shrugged. “But you know what I mean. He’s not the first one who springs to mind if any of us have a personal problem we need help with. Andre is much more empathetic.”
“I think Tristan is just busy. Perhaps once he’s handed some run of the mill work over to me he’ll lighten up.”
“Lighten up.” She giggled. “If he turned into a lump of lead he’d still be lighter than he is now. I can’t see that ever happening.”
For some reason I felt defensive on Tristan’s behalf. Okay he’d been a prat yesterday but he’d found me and apologized. We were starting anew today. I was giving him a second chance.
But I didn’t want to involve myself in gossip with Jenny, so after gathering up the two coffees, I left the kitchen.
Tristan was standing at my desk leafing through a file.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Stella.” He turned to me, his gaze drifting down my outfit, then settling on the mugs in my hands. “Good morning.”
“Coffee?” I smiled as I passed it to him.
“Thank you.” There was a twinkle in the depths of his black eyes as he’d spoken.
Damn, the guy was model-hot when his features softened. He could easily grace a catwalk or the cover of a magazine. Andre was boy next door cute with an easy smile while Tristan was chiseled handsome with a smile that clearly had to be earned by the recipient.
I stepped up to him and nodded at the file. “What have you got there? Something for me to do?”
“Actually yes, if you think you can manage it.”
“Well, tell me what it is.” It had bold black print across the top of the folder indicating it was minutes of a meeting with a lawyer.
“I need someone to go through this with a fine-toothed comb, make sure the contracts match what we agreed at the meetings.”
“I can do that.”
“Sure?”
“How about we look at it as a test.” And when I pass you’ll be able to trust the fact that I’m qualified for my job.
“Okay.” He took a sip of his drink and studied me over the rim.
“I’ll get to it this morning, right after I’ve checked my emails.”
He nodded, then turned to his office. He took one step and his phone rang.
“Tristan Wainwright,” he snapped into it, his voice back to the briskness of yesterday.
As he walked away from me, phone pressed to his ear, I admired the cut of his suit. It was the finest quality, dark navy with sharp creases. He’d teamed it with a navy shirt and the collar peeked over the jacket, just touching the dark hair at his nape.
When he was being charming he was pretty damn hot. But when he was being a dick, he was best avoided.
I sat and clicked on my emails. My heart did a little flip when I spotted one from Andre and I ignored the others and opened it first.
Hey Stella
Great call on the restaurant last night. The customers loved it. I’d like to take you there one day, the views were stunning.
I hope you and Tristan are hitting it off. Would you ask him to check in on the Gent account? There are some pending issues in the joint inbox.
Have a great day.
Andre x
I read it twice, visualizing his lips moving as he spoke those words. Mmm, his lips. I could imagine them on my body, his skin against mine, our limbs entwined and sex-sweat slick against our chests.
“Stella.”
I started and caught my breath. Tristan stood right behind me.
“Yes?” I spun around.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I pressed my hand to my sternum, my fingers catching in the bow on my blouse.
His gaze drifted to the silky ribbons. “I just…”
“Yes?”
“I just…” He looked back up at my face. “Wondered if Andre had mentioned the Gent account.”
“Er … he has. He said to check your joint inbox.”
“Excellent.” For a second, his eyes lingered on my computer screen.
I wondered if he’d noticed the kiss Andre had added after his name.
I twitched my finger,
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