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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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Kat’s Bio
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.
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