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.Crap, I hope she didn’t pick up on anything!“So how are you feeling about the change Coral?” She’s probing.“Let get to work,” I say ignoring her question completely.Susannah pulls a face, but doesn’t say anything.“You’ll need to give me half hour to get these urgent letters done for Joyce, and then we can start the training,” I add, opening up the first document.“Have I done something wrong?” She asks all innocently.What! Besides eye fucking my man? No not at all!“No.” I answer smartly, trying to concentrate.“I think I’ll go get a coffee, would you like one?” She asks.“No thanks, I’m good.” Susannah stands and walks away.The moment she’s gone I release my breath, not realising I’d been holding it, and stare blankly at my screen – This week is going to be hellish! Right at that moment Tristan comes sauntering out of Joyce’s office, closing the door behind him.“You!” I hiss.Tristan’s eyes widen with apprehension.“Me?” He asks all innocently, pointing to his lovely strong chest.“Yes you!” I squeak rising from my seat to a standing position.“What?” He chuckles, obviously amused by my apparent hissy fit.“Don't do that!” I scold.“Do what?” He smiles, his dimples deepening.“Wink at me and tease me in front of Blondie.” Oops!“Blondie?” He frowns all traces of humour gone, his voice low and definitely not amused.“Yes, she still likes you Tristan!” I cross my arms in an attempt to be mad at him.“You seemed very comfortable with her, laughing away together.” I couldn’t drip more sarcasm into my voice if I tried.“Do you like her Tristan?” I question my voice squeaking a little too much.Tristan crosses his arms and glares back at me.“Do I really need to answer that question?” He says his voice full of disapproval.“Yes!” I squeak.He rolls his eyes at me and shakes his head.“Did I or did I not ask you to marry me?” he questions.“Yes, but that’s not the point!” I argue.“Not the point?” He chokes.“I think it makes it blatantly clear it’s only you I want.”“You’re still missing the point!” I squeak.“Am I?” He questions, frowning at me.“Yes! Look at it from my perspective, firstly you’ve worked together a long time and you’ve told me she admitted to you that she likes you’– I close my eyes and pinch my nose – ‘Secondly, you must have blinkers on or something to not see how much she’s still attracted to you.What if she finds out? What am I meant to say to her? It could get very ugly.” Tristan puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels, looking every inch the millionaire mogul.He stares at the floor for a moment.“I see your point, I’ll go talk to her,” he says, walking past my desk.“No!” I shriek in a half whisper, stopping him by touching his chest.It sends an electric shock through my system.“Susannah won’t say anything even if she did find out,” he says trying to assure me, subtly entwining his fingertips with mine.I sigh heavily, closing my eyes to the feel of his fingers wrapped around mine.“Give her a chance Coral, she’s a nice girl.I think you two will really get on with each other.” I narrow my eyes at him.“She’s happily married,” he states.How do I tell him I know she’s got it really, really bad for him?“She’s not!” I retort.“She’d dump her husband in a heartbeat if she knew she could have you.”Tristan sighs and runs his hand through his hair.“So maybe she still holds a torch for me, I don’t know, and quite frankly I don’t care.It’s her problem not mine,” he snaps.“But she wants you,” I quiver.The very thought of him with another woman is unbearable.“But she’s not going to get me, is she?” he softly says, his eyes going all warm.“Damn right she’s not!” I say, crossing my arms.Tristan chuckles at me.“Am I detecting a little jealousy?”“No!” My voice does not hide anything for me.“Relax Coral, she holds nothing for me, there’s no interest there at all.” I look up into his eyes I see no contradiction, still not going to be very comfortable though.I decide to implement my plan today, shopping can wait till tomorrow.I will bombard her with questions until she admits it, then I can warn her to stay away from my man, and stop eye-fucking him.“Ok?” Tristan asks in that sexy, husky voice of his.I look up into those deep, chocolate eyes of his.“Yes,” I whisper incoherently.“What are you doing here anyway?” I add.“Meeting got delayed, I'm leaving now though.” He softly says.I look down at my desk, my heart constricting – A whole day without him, I feel sick.I close my eyes and try to push the nauseous feeling away.I feel his fingertip start to trace a line from my temple, across my cheek and down to my lips.I exhale loudly, and look up meeting his deep brown eyes.We’ve been saying our goodbyes since five o’clock this morning, neither of us able to sleep.So why does this feel so hard, why do I feel like my soul is cracking in two?“I feel the same,” he whispers, leaning down he gently kisses the edge of my lips.I place my hand on his cheek, savouring the feel of his skin.I take a mental picture of his face, trying to imprint every curve, every line.I run my thumb across his bottom lip, trying to get the feel of it etched into my brain, so I can call upon it whenever I want him.I gaze up into his eyes, memorising the deep chocolate colour, the hazel flecks, the perfect large round shape.His thick eyelashes, remembering how they rest on his lower lids as he sleeps – Tristan suddenly pulls back and stands upright, hearing someone coming down the stairs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]