Obsessed (BBW Billionaire Light Romance) by Juliet Michaels Page A
Authors: Juliet Michaels
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it got to Saturday I had second thoughts. Things might just spiral out of control. I considered sending a message, cancelling. Instead I sent the taxi, as arranged, but even so, I didn't think she'd actually come . Then there she stood, in that dreadful pink dress, all apprehensive.
I poured a drink while I considered the situation. She obviously thought that what I had in mind was just to get her drunk and indulge in some sort of fantasy based on the night of the wedding.
No.
And I could tell that, for her, one night was definitely not going to be the answer to sorting things out between us.
It was a bit of a crazy idea anyway. Of course I wanted her. I was tempted. I mean, we'd had such a great time in Oxford. I could have kept her in bed all weekend, but I sensed that would just lead to trouble.
There’s something unsophisticated about her; she lets her feelings show too easily, and she's really quite vulnerable.
I realised that she if she stayed she might be upset in the morning when I put her in a taxi. The whole idea was to treat it all as just a pleasurable one-off for both of us, but I don't think she’d just enjoy the night and be able to move on. To my surprise I actually found myself concerned for her!
She might get hurt, and I really don't want that. It's much better to finish things once and for all.
So I sent her home ...
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Leah immersed herself in work. It was the only way she knew to get her life back in balance. She was pleased with the final look of the shop – pretty, welcoming, somehow more spacious and much more efficient. They’d chosen a new van, too, and had it customised with the name and all the details. Charlie was more than supportive. He began to come up with ideas of his own, too, and it was amazing what the confidence of money to invest could achieve.
One morning, she was surprised to get another order from the Canary Wharf complex. A large arrangement for the entrance lobby was required and Leah dealt with the price and order conditions herself, managing to get a good deal. Her confidence in work was rising, but at the same time she was still unsure of her personal feelings.
She’d tried to avoid thinking about James and that last time that she’d seen him. When she was delivering the arrangements to his office block, she made it speedy, making sure the lift was empty, and keeping an eye out in case he was around.
She guessed that he was probably doing the same thing, too, to ensure they didn't bump into each other.
She did meet his new PA, a permanent replacement, who came out to reception and introduced herself. Leah had been expecting another Amanda, but this new PA was far more mature, early forties, calm, and quietly dressed in a grey shift dress, with a string of pearls around her neck.
She queried whether it was really necessary for a separate vase of flowers to be supplied for her own office and Leah used all her skills to get her to continue with the order. She then confirmed that the same arrangements should carry on for the future, too.
Leah felt that she’d made a good step. It was her first negotiated order on her own for the lobby, and Centrax would continue with both arrangements.
The advertising campaign was bringing in new enquiries, too, and Leah began to feel that Charlie was risking being swamped with work. They discussed taking on a part-time skilled florist and using Maggie for even more of the simple arrangements. Leah felt that, at last, she’d really found a purpose in her work.
She enjoyed getting up early and going to the flower market or the shop; it was really satisfying. She also knew, although it was hard to admit, that none of this would have been possible without James Willoughby and his unexpected loan.
But she tried to push the thought to the back of her mind.
§
Summer had come to London. The streets were full of girls in cotton dresses, people in unsuitable shorts and
I poured a drink while I considered the situation. She obviously thought that what I had in mind was just to get her drunk and indulge in some sort of fantasy based on the night of the wedding.
No.
And I could tell that, for her, one night was definitely not going to be the answer to sorting things out between us.
It was a bit of a crazy idea anyway. Of course I wanted her. I was tempted. I mean, we'd had such a great time in Oxford. I could have kept her in bed all weekend, but I sensed that would just lead to trouble.
There’s something unsophisticated about her; she lets her feelings show too easily, and she's really quite vulnerable.
I realised that she if she stayed she might be upset in the morning when I put her in a taxi. The whole idea was to treat it all as just a pleasurable one-off for both of us, but I don't think she’d just enjoy the night and be able to move on. To my surprise I actually found myself concerned for her!
She might get hurt, and I really don't want that. It's much better to finish things once and for all.
So I sent her home ...
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Leah immersed herself in work. It was the only way she knew to get her life back in balance. She was pleased with the final look of the shop – pretty, welcoming, somehow more spacious and much more efficient. They’d chosen a new van, too, and had it customised with the name and all the details. Charlie was more than supportive. He began to come up with ideas of his own, too, and it was amazing what the confidence of money to invest could achieve.
One morning, she was surprised to get another order from the Canary Wharf complex. A large arrangement for the entrance lobby was required and Leah dealt with the price and order conditions herself, managing to get a good deal. Her confidence in work was rising, but at the same time she was still unsure of her personal feelings.
She’d tried to avoid thinking about James and that last time that she’d seen him. When she was delivering the arrangements to his office block, she made it speedy, making sure the lift was empty, and keeping an eye out in case he was around.
She guessed that he was probably doing the same thing, too, to ensure they didn't bump into each other.
She did meet his new PA, a permanent replacement, who came out to reception and introduced herself. Leah had been expecting another Amanda, but this new PA was far more mature, early forties, calm, and quietly dressed in a grey shift dress, with a string of pearls around her neck.
She queried whether it was really necessary for a separate vase of flowers to be supplied for her own office and Leah used all her skills to get her to continue with the order. She then confirmed that the same arrangements should carry on for the future, too.
Leah felt that she’d made a good step. It was her first negotiated order on her own for the lobby, and Centrax would continue with both arrangements.
The advertising campaign was bringing in new enquiries, too, and Leah began to feel that Charlie was risking being swamped with work. They discussed taking on a part-time skilled florist and using Maggie for even more of the simple arrangements. Leah felt that, at last, she’d really found a purpose in her work.
She enjoyed getting up early and going to the flower market or the shop; it was really satisfying. She also knew, although it was hard to admit, that none of this would have been possible without James Willoughby and his unexpected loan.
But she tried to push the thought to the back of her mind.
§
Summer had come to London. The streets were full of girls in cotton dresses, people in unsuitable shorts and
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