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He stared at her intently, wanting to go to her and kiss her infinitely. “Good bye.” He wanted her to stay. He wanted to hold her tight, prevent her from going. But he just sat still, watching her slip away. Again.
After merging her gaze with his for long seconds, she rose to her feet and left.
Chapter XV
A very busy week went by for Amy in Nice and, finishing her day on Friday, all she thought about was spending her weekend languishing on the beach. She sat in her home-office typing the last of her spread sheets when the bell rang. She was expecting nobody; she dressed just shorts and a tank-top; a pony-tail held her cinnamon hair.
As she opened the door goose-bumps spread all over her. Mark. He was standing legs apart, holding a small bag in one hand and the other casually tucked in his pocket. She looked up at him dominating the door-frame, fire rushing in her blood.
They only stood there staring at each other, unable to move. Mark hadn’t been able to hold back for a single second more. The urge to see her was far stronger than him. After hesitating for long hours, he called his crew to his jet and took off, counting the minutes to stand at her door-step. He hadn’t got the slightest idea of what he would tell her. Nevertheless he had plenty of time to think of it during the flight.
Amy struggled to take possession of herself and stop looking at his magnificent figure. She opened the door wider so that he could come in. His tall muscular body was dressed in black tailored trousers and dark-green shirt. He strode into her house as a panther.
Mark watched her close the door and his attention measured her from top to toes in detailed scrutiny. Her languid eyes, her sensuous mouth, her full breasts, her round hips. He didn’t want to be polite or civilized. He just wanted to grab her and take her to bed. Straight away! The thought reverberated directly on his loins.
“I didn’t disappear this time for you to come looking for me.” Putting on a little bravado was her way of covering her reaction to him.
Disappear, yes, he thought. He wished she had disappeared from his dreams, from his heart. From his blood! “Well, a company owner is entitled to meet his biggest shareholder.” He put his hands in his pockets as his legs went apart and he angled his gaze in much too a familiar way.
She crossed her arms and shifted the weight to one leg, eyeing him suspiciously. “Is there any problem?” The effects of his angled stare hadn’t changed. It still incited her to lie down for him. Only now she was more capable of keeping it under tight control.
Yes! Mark thought. There is a problem: I can’t live without you! Damned hell! “Not that I know of.” He answered nonchalant. “Actually, I have a business proposition for you.” He held the suspense and watched her reaction as a feline ready to strike.
“And it couldn’t be done by e-mail?” She challenged him.
A chess player, indeed, he concluded. “I need a prompt answer.” The more she challenged him, the more he wanted her. Under him. Naked.
A call then, she retorted silently. But let’s see what the stubborn man had for her. “Take a seat.” She offered. As he sat, his feline eyes never left her. A shiver was the gift she got from it. “Coffee?”
“Thanks.” His feet felt the fluffy carpet and he looked down. Memories of them there invaded his mind as a Tsunami. He wished memories repeated themselves as reality.
A few minutes later she re-entered the sitting room with a t
ray. And she had changed into tailored trousers and a chemise. Better for his clear mind, worse for his...
“So, what is it about?” Her question saved him from his stray thoughts.
He took the cup from her hand sipped from it and rested it on the side table. “I want to hire your HR consultancy to implement some projects for MBS.
Amy stared at him surprised. That was business talk indeed. “What does MBS need exactly?”
“As you well know, we are growing fast.” His fingers joined together on his open thighs and he looked at them as he talked. “I want your company to keep an on-going feedback on and from employees; to do headhunting, fast-tracking and establish a mentoring system so as to identify and retain the best leaders.”
She was nodding at his listing and said: “Alright. Sounds exciting.” It’d be a motivating challenge for her to acquire a company as large as MBS as a client. It’d give her consultancy the right impulse for growth and consolidation.
“There are some conditions though.” His voice became velvety, too velvety; and he glanced at her as a predator.
“Shoot.” She said just waiting for him to drop the bomb.
“You’d have to settle your headquarters in our building and personally lead the projects.” He paused and eyed her straight in her eyes. “And live in the Georgian mansion.”
Of course he wouldn’t let her fly free, would he? “What about my business here?”
“Hire a manager; sell it, your choice. He shrugged as it had no importance whatsoever.
“And if I refuse...?”
“You’ll miss a great opportunity for your business.” He shrugged again as if he didn’t care.
