The morning passed in a rush, mountains of papers clustered my desk. Four clients came to touch base, so I was back and forth, the phone ringing off the hook.
My belly fluttering as I thought of Darryl. In my mind, I remembered his breathtaking face and chiseled body beneath his custom made three piece suit and how much I wanted to run my fingers through his hair.
The phone rang jerking me back to the here and now.
"Eric Waterman's office, Adela Cornway speaking."
"Did you see him?" asked Jamie in a rush.
"See who?" lost, bewildered.
"Darryl. He called while you were asleep. I felt bad for calling him an arrogant jerk, so I told him where you are working. Do you know that they have an office on the nineteenth floor? What a coincidence. It opened today....."
I cut off the phone, of all the stupid things she has done, this tops the cake.
11:50am
He would be here any moment, tidying up my desk. Standing I brush the few wrinkles from my dress.
"No need to worry about that, when they are going to get even more wrinkled."
I jolted at the sound of his husky voice and at the sight of him standing there in the doorway, holding open the door for me.
I grabbed my purse, refusing to comment on his assertion, my heels clicking on the hardwood flooring as I walked passed him. A hum of conversation buzzed behind me, but I didn't bother to look around. My main focus was getting through this lunch date, getting rid of him.