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“Is he
expecting you?” “I doubt he’ll be surprised to see me, tell him Smith is here”.
I plastered on a fake smile as she dialled the internal number. “Miss Smith?”
she said waiting for an answer “just Smith” I smiled as she hit me with a
puzzled stare. “Floor 20, go straight up, he’s on the right, you can’t miss it”
she smiled gently, replacing the receiver. My stomach was exploding with
nerves, barely contained fury and anticipation as I made my way up. I walked
straight past Margaret, his personal secretary, barging into his huge
impressive office without even bothering to knock, as he fixed me with his
gaze, gesturing for me to sit. I didn’t. “What a lovely surprise Smith” he
smiled. I didn’t return it, slamming the box on his desk.
    “Doesn’t
it fit?” he grinned before I could speak. “Maybe you should lay off the
desserts” he finished, smirking at me, which only succeeded in fuelling my
irritation and I felt like screaming at him. I was way off kilter and
overreacting, but I couldn’t stop myself. The man was under my skin and I
seriously needed to calm down, if only a little. “I can’t accept that” I
shouted as he raised an eyebrow and it was hard to tell whether he was annoyed
or amused. The dress was worth over £5000. “Why not? I
dropped you in it with Tristan, it’s the least I could do”. No apology for the
kiss then? I seethed inwardly. “Stay away from me King” I spat, turning towards
the door.
    There
was a lot more I wanted to say as I made my way to leave, but my heart was
pounding and I wasn’t altogether sure I’d get it all out without slapping him
again. Not for the first time, he had me on the back foot, agitated and
reeling. This whole thing just wasn’t my style. I was normally so placid and
level headed, but he seemed to have a unique ability to create a reaction
within me that was utterly dramatic, overemotional and verging on histrionic.
As I reached for the handle, his strong hand covered mine and he spun me around
effectively pinning me against the solid wood, his arms resting on the door at
either side of my head, his towering frame bearing down on me. The only thing I
could focus on were the beautiful blue eyes and soft full lips that were
tantalisingly close, and although every conscious thought was screaming
otherwise, I was desperate for him to kiss me again. My heart was pounding as
he leaned in and I caught his delicious woody scent, goose bumps flaring on my
skin. “I’m not sure that’s going to be possible” he growled, suddenly moving
away, my ragged breathing and heaving chest betraying my fraught emotions as I
grabbed the handle and left King Marketing as quickly as my still swollen ankle
would allow.
    I
stood on the street, gasping and panting, a mass of mixed up jumbled emotions
running through my brain and for a few moments I wasn’t sure what to do, just
standing there, as the throng of pedestrians jostled their way past and
manoeuvred around me. I was angry and frustrated, irritated beyond measure, all
the things I usually was around King, but today there was something else. I had
wanted him to kiss me. I had actually wanted him to kiss me. What the hell was
I thinking?
    I
regained my composure as best I could and made my way back to the office,
stopping at the small kitchen to make myself a cup of tea in an effort to calm
down and continue my day with the professionalism I was renowned for. I wasn’t
about to allow Jason bloody King to affect that too. Katie rushed in as soon as
she saw me. “What’s going on?” she eyed me sympathetically. “You looked like
you were about to explode before. I’ve never seen you like this Lotty , do
you want to talk about it?” I nodded slowly, I really
needed an outside perspective on this whole scenario before I drove myself
insane with it. “Wine bar after work?” I managed a
small smile, stirring five sugars into my tea as she raised her eyebrows
grinning. “You really