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She sent the news on the share sale through to the formidable Adrianna. Once that was done, she picked up her mobile phone and sent a text message to Zac.
Now you have my contact number. Can we make dinner at 8? I need to go home and change. Soon. Abby
It was hard to get back to work after thinking about Zac, but it was important to focus. She had to begin her property recommendation report for the next day. She also had to monitor the investments Ed had made on the account, as well as going full charge ahead with her own ideas. That way she could prove to herself that she was capable of working alone, on any type of project. She was determined to succeed, and her motivation and energy levels were high—they were being fed by a powerful force, her affair with Zac. Her phone blipped.
8 is good. Let's meet at The Banker's Draft and go from there. Soon. Zac
Smiling, she crossed her legs high on the thigh, giving herself a quick clit squeeze. She promised herself tonight as her reward, and got to work.
When she broke to pick up some lunch, she stopped by Ed's office, hoping to find him alone for a brief chat. He'd started to become a nagging voice in her conscience. Even when they had been an item they'd never been exclusive, but she felt the need to tell him she definitely wasn't on offer any more.
The door was open but she found him arguing with Penny. He looked up miserably when Abby walked in.
Penny stood up. "I believe congratulations are in order," she snapped. Her voice and attitude were positively terse. Her gray eyes almost looked green.
Abby smiled. It looked as if Caroline was right about this one. They weren't bosom buddies, but she hadn't seen Penny deliver an outright flare of jealousy before.
"Thank you, Penny. It's so nice to have your support." As she walked by she patted her on the shoulder.
Penny snatched up her papers. "You obviously got charge of the easier account."
She turned on her dramatic designer heels and walked swiftly out of the door.
Abby looked at Ed with an enquiring expression.
He shrugged. "She's not taking things too well. All this hassle." He waved his hand over the piles of paper on the desk.
"That's what it's all about though, Ed, isn't it? Making things work to your advantage? I haven't always been so lucky with the investment advice I've given. This time I have been." In my personal affairs too. She followed her own thoughts for a moment.
He didn't look up, but nodded vaguely. He looked like a forlorn puppy and she thought twice about launching a discussion on personal matters just then.
"Anyway, I popped in to see how you are and to ask when your flight is."
"Thanks Abby, we're coping." He smiled, wearily. "We're on a flight this evening."
She nodded, wished him safe journey and headed back to her office. She was thinking about that evening too, but with more pleasant results. She smoothed her skirt down over her thighs and closed her eyes, savoring the anticipation.
* * * *
Zac sat in traffic, tapping his steering wheel. The multi-story car park where he was headed was in sight, but the traffic was crawling. He normally traveled into work by tube, but with the immanent prospect of having to shoot out with papers for his mother to sign, he'd decided to motor in for the rest of the week.
Yesterday had been a true test of logistics. He'd sent Nathan in with copies of previous documents, and he'd had to pay highly to get the release documents couriered out to his mother after hours and back to Abby's office before she returned to it the next morning. His Mother had agreed readily enough. She'd even said she'd get onto George about setting him up as a signatory, but he'd managed to put her on hold for the time being. This was getting complicated, he realized, with a wry smile.
His phone blipped and he read the text, smiling when he saw it was from Abby. The traffic was solid so he took the chance to reply immediately. She hadn't been far from mind anyway, and now she was back in full technicolor detail, his mind running with plans for the evening. After she'd gone that morning, he'd sprawled on the bed for quite some time. His mind was running with images of her, her beautiful body and the way it responded so acutely to him, her face when she was in the throes of ecstasy. He was fascinated. She was so expressive and so feminine, sometimes wanton, a delicious mixture of blatant candor and subtle feminine allure. The fact she was a finance whiz to boot seemed somehow ironic. He couldn't help wishing, now, that they'd met under different circumstances.
The traffic crawled on and he pulled into the car park and handed the valet his keys, telling him to keep the car ready. As he walked down the street towards the venue, he wondered if Nathan had found out anything useful. But would that help? He was now involved in a complicated affair with a potential Mata Hari. Was there an easy answer to how this was going to pan out?
The blinds were open in his office and the door through to the adjacent room stood open. Nathan was in there, poring over his laptop.
He looked up as Zac approached. "So this is you getting back in touch with me first thing?" He chortled, well aware of the reason why Zac had not got back to him sooner.
"Alright, already." Zac put his keys on his desk. "What have you found out?" Looking over his shoulder he saw that Nathan had the Robertson dossier propped beside the pc, open on the staff information pages. On the screen, he could see that he was looking at information about Abby's university days.
"She's a clever girl, got a first in business management. Won some sort of prize for her accountancy dissertation project."
Zac nodded. "What about now?"
"Standard stuff, she goes to the gym, she works hard. She's well liked by the other staff in house."
