thrift-store bargain typists’ chair stood sad and dejected. “The
office supply people will be arriving soon with my new desk, so we’re going to
have to do some re-arranging.”
“That’s
not all that will get re-arranged if you push me any further.” She leaned
forward, her hands braced on the desk. “Don’t start getting yourself too comfortable,
Winters – you’re gonna be out of here the soonest. There’s no way we can make
this work!”
But
she’d lost him. She followed the direction of his gaze and grinned savagely.
Winters’ eyes were fixed firmly on the glimpse of rounded breasts that peeked
from the top of her scoop neck t-shirt, her cleavage accentuated as she leaned
forward across the desk.
“Earth
to Winters, Earth to Winters – never in your sweetest dreams, so forget it!”
She had the satisfaction of seeing him jerk back to the present and blush. But
then he gave her his most engaging grin and said: “Want to bet on that?”
Despite
herself, Cíara grinned back. “I’d win,” she said sweetly.
“If
you win, I’ll be out of your life.”
“Hold
on, what are we betting here?”
“I
win if you come to bed with me – before the end of the next month!”
She
laughed outright then. “Do you always back losing propositions?” she asked.
“To
show how confident I am, if I lose you get to keep the new office furniture,
too!”
“Well,
that’s that, then. Thank you very much – would you mind changing the color of
that chair, I prefer green myself.”
“Don’t
be so confident, Somers,” he declared, and reached across the desk to run a
finger along the line of soft skin just above her neckline. Cíara jumped as if
she’d been scalded, her pulses singing. Suddenly, she wasn’t quite so confident
about this bet…
“Oh,
no, you keep your hands to yourself – no copping a feel without permission!”
she warned.
But he only grinned
and asked what she thought of the new sign on the office door. She had to go
back out and look, because she’d been too pre-occupied with Harry’s problems to
see it the first time. But she returned to the office with murder on her mind.
“You
can just take that right down,” she snapped, “ Winters & Somers,
indeed! My name should at least come first – and do you always jump the gun
like this?”
“Oh,
no, when the time is right, I can stay the course and my timing’s perfect,” he
replied, with that sexy look on his face.
She rolled her eyes. Please God, I haven’t
talked to you for a while, but just let me get through the next few weeks, get
this man out of my life, and you’ll see me at early Sunday mass again!
Somehow they
got through the morning, with Cíara biting her tongue to repress a nasty
comment when the office supply people arrived with a shiny wooden desk for
Winters that took up most of the room, two leather visitors’ chairs, and three
wooden filing cabinets. They also brought a replacement chair in green for the
one she’d complained about, and she couldn’t resist a smirk. Apparently,
Winters’ wasn’t quite so confident about their deal as he gave out.
“I’ve been thinking,
maybe we should do some sort of press release, you know, use publicity to drum
up some custom,” Winters said after the office was straightened, the paperwork
agreed, and the silent telephone had started getting to him.
“That’s
a great idea,” she said sweetly, “Maybe we can include a photograph of you, and
we’d have all those romantic ladies queuing up to have you search for their
lost
office supply people will be arriving soon with my new desk, so we’re going to
have to do some re-arranging.”
“That’s
not all that will get re-arranged if you push me any further.” She leaned
forward, her hands braced on the desk. “Don’t start getting yourself too comfortable,
Winters – you’re gonna be out of here the soonest. There’s no way we can make
this work!”
But
she’d lost him. She followed the direction of his gaze and grinned savagely.
Winters’ eyes were fixed firmly on the glimpse of rounded breasts that peeked
from the top of her scoop neck t-shirt, her cleavage accentuated as she leaned
forward across the desk.
“Earth
to Winters, Earth to Winters – never in your sweetest dreams, so forget it!”
She had the satisfaction of seeing him jerk back to the present and blush. But
then he gave her his most engaging grin and said: “Want to bet on that?”
Despite
herself, Cíara grinned back. “I’d win,” she said sweetly.
“If
you win, I’ll be out of your life.”
“Hold
on, what are we betting here?”
“I
win if you come to bed with me – before the end of the next month!”
She
laughed outright then. “Do you always back losing propositions?” she asked.
“To
show how confident I am, if I lose you get to keep the new office furniture,
too!”
“Well,
that’s that, then. Thank you very much – would you mind changing the color of
that chair, I prefer green myself.”
“Don’t
be so confident, Somers,” he declared, and reached across the desk to run a
finger along the line of soft skin just above her neckline. Cíara jumped as if
she’d been scalded, her pulses singing. Suddenly, she wasn’t quite so confident
about this bet…
“Oh,
no, you keep your hands to yourself – no copping a feel without permission!”
she warned.
But he only grinned
and asked what she thought of the new sign on the office door. She had to go
back out and look, because she’d been too pre-occupied with Harry’s problems to
see it the first time. But she returned to the office with murder on her mind.
“You
can just take that right down,” she snapped, “ Winters & Somers,
indeed! My name should at least come first – and do you always jump the gun
like this?”
“Oh,
no, when the time is right, I can stay the course and my timing’s perfect,” he
replied, with that sexy look on his face.
She rolled her eyes. Please God, I haven’t
talked to you for a while, but just let me get through the next few weeks, get
this man out of my life, and you’ll see me at early Sunday mass again!
Somehow they
got through the morning, with Cíara biting her tongue to repress a nasty
comment when the office supply people arrived with a shiny wooden desk for
Winters that took up most of the room, two leather visitors’ chairs, and three
wooden filing cabinets. They also brought a replacement chair in green for the
one she’d complained about, and she couldn’t resist a smirk. Apparently,
Winters’ wasn’t quite so confident about their deal as he gave out.
“I’ve been thinking,
maybe we should do some sort of press release, you know, use publicity to drum
up some custom,” Winters said after the office was straightened, the paperwork
agreed, and the silent telephone had started getting to him.
“That’s
a great idea,” she said sweetly, “Maybe we can include a photograph of you, and
we’d have all those romantic ladies queuing up to have you search for their
lost
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