WITH LITTLE TIME to fart, let alone clear my desk, Mr. Brown, or should I say Danny, stood as bold as brass in the doorway. Having taken Vikki’s advice when we left each other yesterday, I had put the intimate details of my encounter with Danny out of my mind. Just Mr. Average, the one-night stand, a terrible mistake that I wouldn’t have to worry about because I’d never see him again. Yet why did I have to stop myself from gasping at the sight of him? Today, he was wearing a well-cut black suit, and he didn’t look like Mr. Average at all. The jacket fit well over his broad shoulders, making him look taller and leaner. His hair, that I’d thought was in need of a good cut, looked neat swept back, enhancing his hazel eyes. For the first time, I noticed the Roman nose that fit well with his sharp features and strong chin.
Don’t misunderstand me, Danny hadn’t suddenly turned from a frog into a prince by any means, and I wasn’t about to kick myself and wonder what a terrible mistake I’d made. I loved Justin. It just made me think, if people all met each other for the first time naked, how many we would misjudge. Let’s face it, if Danny had seen the stretch marks on my hips and the start of cellulite on my inner thighs first, he may have had second thoughts. What I’m trying to say is I made an assumption seeing him naked—gosh that sounds whorish; he actually is cute. He looked like the kind of man who wouldn’t hurt a woman—well not intentionally. Nevertheless, I didn’t want him here, with his fitted black suit, curly eyelashes, and his I’d never hurt you persona. And, why hadn’t he said anything?
“What are you doing here, Danny?”
He grinned, not put off by my curt tone. “I believe you said to call, so I did, twice. Each time I was told you were in a meeting. On the third time, I got the distinct impression you were trying to avoid me, so I made an appointment. Were you avoiding me?”
Truly, even if I’d known about his calls or the appointment, I really don’t think I would have tried to avoid him. But now, seeing him here, in the flesh, my Yankee Doodle Danny, I wanted to avoid him like the sodding plague.
“Actually, I was in back-to-back meetings all morning.” I picked up my pink message slips, flicked through them. “I really am very busy.” My aloof tone gave the impression his presence was disrupting my busy schedule. The fact that I’d planned to leave early to go to the gym and hairdressers was beside the point.
“Good thing I made an appointment.” His eyes wandered to my pathetic looking sandwich. “Is that what you call lunch? Come on, get your coat . . . I’ll buy you lunch. It’s my turn to be persuasive.” There was a naughty twinkle in his eyes at his innuendo.
I know he means well, and I know lunch is just an innocent gesture, but the whole reason I hate myself is standing right here in front of me. Lifting myself from my chair, I had no idea why I had to clutch the desk for support, or why my legs felt like jelly and my palms sweaty. I just wanted to run but my legs would not move. Then I noticed a look of delight appear on his face because I was about to accept.
My breath caught in my throat as I said, “I’m sorry, Danny I really am tied up here. My assistant has just returned today from maternity leave with a head swimming with baby hormones.”
“Oh yes, the gorgeous baby Charlotte. Mind you, I could have done without seeing the labour in such gory detail.”
“I’m so sorry. Normally Tina is very professional.” Making a mental note, I would allow her one-week’s grace, and then I would have a strong word with her.
“Don’t be sorry. I love babies. In fact, I can’t wait to have my own. Well, that is, my wife, of course.” Hells bells, he’s married. Danny realising his last comment, “What I meant to say was, when I find a woman to marry me that is.”
Come on, Really? What kind of sick joke is that? Does he know how many women dream of hearing a man say those words? In a weak moment of maternal triumph that I had found the man of every woman’s dreams, I slid my sandwich into the bin. “You know, Danny, lunch would be lovely.” His smile widened into a roguish grin. This man is good, damn good. He’s played the baby card and won his ploy.
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SJ Molloy, British Author of ‘The Luminara Series’ was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. As a young child, her family moved and raised her in Lanarkshire, Scotland where she currently resides with her husband, two daughters and her energetic, hyperactive loving gun dog who is utterly spoiled.
SJ is a qualified Fitness Instructor and Health & Fitness Motivator of various fitness styles and disciplines. Music and dance aerobics have always been a pleasure and passion for her. SJ will sporadically make up dance style routines at any hour of the day when a move comes to her or piece of music moves or inspires her. Currently not teaching classes, she is focusing her time into nurturing her yearning passion for creative writing, exchanging one visualisation for another.