He resisted the urge to bury his face in her hair and… Sharon stopped typing and stared at the laptop screen. She was tired and the thoughts were not coming as they should. Her mind was not on the story she was writing. She was thinking about Jason.
This afternoon when she walked into the reception and Lauren greeted her with, “Good afternoon, Susan. Please let Jason know that I’m here,” she had to grit her teeth to stifle the angry retort that rose to her lips. Plastering a smile on her face, she said for the umpteenth time, “It’s Sharon. And, I will let Mr. Armani know that you are here.” She got up from her desk, grabbed the folder with papers she needed him to sign and walked away.
She fumed as she headed to her boss’s office. How she detested Lauren Forbes. She was a beautiful, statuesque and glamorous woman with thick, bouncy strawberry blonde hair. Sharon felt plain and ordinary compared to her. She saw the admiring glances that her male co-workers cast at Lauren who seemed oblivious–perhaps because she was so used to the attention.
Jason was sitting at his desk, typing something when she knocked on the door. “Come in,” he called without looking up.
Sharon went in and closed the door behind her. “Lauren Forbes is here,” she announced dryly.
He looked up then. “What’s the matter?” he asked, his eyes searching her face.
“Nothing,” she said, busying herself with the papers in the folder.
“I know you, Sharon. You’re upset about something. What is it?” he insisted. She had his full attention now.
She paused to look at him. “I can’t stand the woman,” she admitted. “She gets on my nerves.”
His lips twitched. “You really shouldn’t let Lauren get to you like this,” he advised.
“I don’t know—” her voice trailed off. She had been about to say, “I don’t know what you see in her.” Really flustered now, she stepped back from the desk. “I will send her right in.” And she was out of the office before he could say anything else.
“You may go straight in,” she told Lauren who gave her a rather disdainful look before sauntering off. For the rest of the afternoon Sharon was in a bad mood.
Now she sat in front of her laptop, staring at the screen, unable to concentrate. What on earth did he see in her? She seemed so shallow. He could do so much better.
The sound of the doorbell startled her. She glanced at the time on the laptop. It was seven. Who could be stopping by now?
She got up and went to the door. She looked through the keyhole and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. It was her boss. What was he doing here? She drew back from the door, agitated. She wished he had called to warn her that he would be dropping by. She was in her dressing-gown and her hair was pulled by in a not so flattering hairstyle. She couldn’t keep him standing out there while she changed. She had no choice. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and opened it.
She saw his eyes travel over her and she shifted self-consciously from one foot to the other. “I wasn’t expecting anyone,” she told him. Least of all you. He looked so fine in his charcoal grey suit and black shirt with a matching black and grey tie. He looked like he just walked off the pages of GQ. She could feel her pulse racing and she hoped she didn’t look as nervous as she felt.
“I apologize for dropping by unexpectedly,” he said. His eyes seemed to linger on her face which was beginning to feel hot. “May I come in?”
“Yes, sorry.” She stepped aside and she caught a whiff of his cologne as he passed her. She closed the door and leaned against it for a moment. Her heart was beating really fast now. “Was there something you needed me to take care of?” she asked. Why was he here?
He looked around the unit and then turned to face her. “Very nice place you have here,” he commented.
“Thank you.” He looked really, really good. She hoped she wasn’t staring.
“This is not a business call,” he told her.
“Oh.” was all she could say. He was obviously going somewhere. Perhaps he and Lauren were going out for dinner and for some reason he decided to stop by here before…
“Have dinner with me.”
Stunned, she blurted, “Pardon me?”
“I wanted to ask you to have dinner with me tonight this afternoon when you came to my office but you left before I could.”
“You want me to have dinner with you?”
“Yes, that’s why I am here.”
“But I thought that you and Lauren—”
“What did you think about Lauren and me?”
“I thought you and she were going out.”
“It’s strictly business between Lauren and me. Besides, she’s not my type.”
“What is your type?” the question was out before she could prevent it.
He smiled. “I will tell you over dinner.” He glanced at his watch. “I made reservations for eight. You had better get ready now. I will wait over here.” He turned and was walking over to the table where her laptop was. She hurried past him and closed the top. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her poor attempt at writing a romance. He didn’t say anything but sat down.
“I won’t be long,” she promised, all the while wondering what she was going to wear.
Thank goodness she had had a shower around six-thirty. She rushed to her bedroom and closed the door. After frantically searching through her walk-in closet, she seized the black dress she had bought just recently. She hadn’t worn it as yet. Well, it was about to make its debut. She got dressed and tried to fix her hair as best as she could. She was not a make-up person. A flattering shade of lip gloss was all she needed. After a quick once over in the mirror, she slipped her feet into a pair of pumps and grabbed her clutch purse.
When she walked into the living-room, Jason’s eyes traveled slowly over her, obviously liking what he saw. “You look amazing,” he said. He stood up.
She smiled. “Thank you.” As they walked to the door, she was aware of him and that his eyes were on her. She still couldn’t believe that this was happening. She had planned a quiet evening, working on her story. Never did she expect Jason Armani to show up at her door and invite her out for dinner. This was going to be some evening.