blink a few times while my mind kicks into gear. I was never scolded for flirting with a man, especially by the same man I was flirting with!
But Mr. Miller’s not just a man. He’s my boss.
If he weren’t, he’d get a real piece of a very pissed off Katherine right about now. I hate players and that is exactly what he’s doing, messing with me, hot then cold, up and down. But since I need this job, I have to swallow my pride - which burns like a shot of arsenic - and apologize.
“Yes, Mr. Miller. I’m sorry. That won’t happen again.” I whisper, frowning slightly.
I feel the angry tears coming up, stinging my eyes. All the excitement has left my body and all I want to do is get away from him.
“Excuse me, I forgot my caftan and sunglasses.” my voice small and hoarse with unshed tears.
Mr. Miller is still blocking the door, looking down at me, but now he’s frowning.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so harsh… I just… I don’t know how not to react to you. I’ve never had this problem with my previous executive assistants.”
What? Ugh. God, this man is so puzzling. I don’t want your ‘Sorry’. I need you to stop playing games.
And then I hear it, echoing in my mind, ‘I’ve never had this problem…’ To him, I’m just a problem. I swallow through the lump in my throat, and find enough strength in myself to be polite.
“No need to apologize, Mr. Miller. You made it perfectly clear, when you said that you don’t mix business and pleasure together. I should have remembered that. Now if there is nothing else, I’d like to retrieve my caftan.” My mask slides perfectly into place, and I convince myself that I couldn’t care less who this man is. I will not shed one tear because of him.
Mr. Miller’s frown deepens, “I…” he takes a deep breath. “I hope you’ll be ready at nine. Our limo will be there to pick us up.” He breathes out.
“Nine…” I nod. “I won’t forget.”
Finally, Mr. Miller unlocks the door and holds it open for me.
Some gentleman he is…
I reach the chairs and find that the men have gone, but at least my sunglasses and caftan are still there. Dropping the towel, I start pulling the caftan on, but then I stop.
Mr. Miller said not to flirt with him, fine. But I’ll make sure that he will see what’s he’s missing, every damn moment.
I shrug the caftan off and just hold it in my hands. Sliding my sunglasses on, I walk past all the men and women who are looking at me with my head high. It’s only when I step inside the building that my tears begin to fall.
Damn it. Damn him.
I spend the rest of the day on the beach. Walking up and down the shore, letting the waves caress my feet. Thinking about how to keep my job, without losing my sanity and fall for the one man who drives me crazy and takes my breath away with just one look. I’m already walking on a fine line. I just need to do my best at work and keep my eyes off of him, which is an impossible task because this man is like no other man I’ve ever met. Women and even some men, turn to stare at him with amazement. He has an undeniable aura of godlike perfection, drawing attention to himself without making the slightest effort, leaving a trail of fire wherever he goes.
But I can’t lose this job. I have to let him go, even though he was never mine to begin with.
I stop to have an early dinner in a small seafood restaurant, right off the beach. Trying to eat in peace, ignoring all the eyes that rake over my body. At sunset, I start to head back. My stomach is in knots as I enter the suite.
Is he here?
I find the place quiet and empty. I glace at my watch, seven o’clock. I find my phone and make a quick call to mama.
“Katya?” She sounds happy.
“Hi, mama.” I smile.
“How’s Miami? How are you?”
“I’m all right, working hard believe it or not…” I chuckle. “Miami is lovely as ever at the end of May. How is
But Mr. Miller’s not just a man. He’s my boss.
If he weren’t, he’d get a real piece of a very pissed off Katherine right about now. I hate players and that is exactly what he’s doing, messing with me, hot then cold, up and down. But since I need this job, I have to swallow my pride - which burns like a shot of arsenic - and apologize.
“Yes, Mr. Miller. I’m sorry. That won’t happen again.” I whisper, frowning slightly.
I feel the angry tears coming up, stinging my eyes. All the excitement has left my body and all I want to do is get away from him.
“Excuse me, I forgot my caftan and sunglasses.” my voice small and hoarse with unshed tears.
Mr. Miller is still blocking the door, looking down at me, but now he’s frowning.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so harsh… I just… I don’t know how not to react to you. I’ve never had this problem with my previous executive assistants.”
What? Ugh. God, this man is so puzzling. I don’t want your ‘Sorry’. I need you to stop playing games.
And then I hear it, echoing in my mind, ‘I’ve never had this problem…’ To him, I’m just a problem. I swallow through the lump in my throat, and find enough strength in myself to be polite.
“No need to apologize, Mr. Miller. You made it perfectly clear, when you said that you don’t mix business and pleasure together. I should have remembered that. Now if there is nothing else, I’d like to retrieve my caftan.” My mask slides perfectly into place, and I convince myself that I couldn’t care less who this man is. I will not shed one tear because of him.
Mr. Miller’s frown deepens, “I…” he takes a deep breath. “I hope you’ll be ready at nine. Our limo will be there to pick us up.” He breathes out.
“Nine…” I nod. “I won’t forget.”
Finally, Mr. Miller unlocks the door and holds it open for me.
Some gentleman he is…
I reach the chairs and find that the men have gone, but at least my sunglasses and caftan are still there. Dropping the towel, I start pulling the caftan on, but then I stop.
Mr. Miller said not to flirt with him, fine. But I’ll make sure that he will see what’s he’s missing, every damn moment.
I shrug the caftan off and just hold it in my hands. Sliding my sunglasses on, I walk past all the men and women who are looking at me with my head high. It’s only when I step inside the building that my tears begin to fall.
Damn it. Damn him.
I spend the rest of the day on the beach. Walking up and down the shore, letting the waves caress my feet. Thinking about how to keep my job, without losing my sanity and fall for the one man who drives me crazy and takes my breath away with just one look. I’m already walking on a fine line. I just need to do my best at work and keep my eyes off of him, which is an impossible task because this man is like no other man I’ve ever met. Women and even some men, turn to stare at him with amazement. He has an undeniable aura of godlike perfection, drawing attention to himself without making the slightest effort, leaving a trail of fire wherever he goes.
But I can’t lose this job. I have to let him go, even though he was never mine to begin with.
I stop to have an early dinner in a small seafood restaurant, right off the beach. Trying to eat in peace, ignoring all the eyes that rake over my body. At sunset, I start to head back. My stomach is in knots as I enter the suite.
Is he here?
I find the place quiet and empty. I glace at my watch, seven o’clock. I find my phone and make a quick call to mama.
“Katya?” She sounds happy.
“Hi, mama.” I smile.
“How’s Miami? How are you?”
“I’m all right, working hard believe it or not…” I chuckle. “Miami is lovely as ever at the end of May. How is
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