Reaching Lily. Vivacia Ahwen K

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      ‘Well?’ He met my eyes, and his flashed with sparkle of merriment in them. It was hard to tell, though. Around his pupils there was a ring of gold flecks. Like a wolf’s.

      I was so busted. Oh, shit.

      ‘I like your tie,’ I bluffed, hoping he would believe that was my distraction, rather than what was below. ‘An interesting choice.’

      ‘One would hope.’ He lifted it up, and leaned over me so I could get a closer look. ‘A Hoffman. That’s 24K gold woven in there.’

      ‘Wow. That’s … extravagant.’

      ‘You can touch it, should you wish.’ His voice dropped to a purr.

      I reached up and pulled. A curious blend of silky and stiff filled my hand.

      ‘Now you can release me,’ Dorian Holder said. He brushed my hand away. ‘You have a fine grip, Ms Dewitt.’

      Flustered, I said, ‘If you’d like to discuss my proposal, I can meet you in your office in about fifteen minutes. But I’ll need to type it up. Lest I subject you to my “high-school-girl penmanship” any further.’

      Nor would I subject him to my high-school-girl gawking. Hands shaking, I put my glasses back on in what felt like an aggressive gesture.

      ‘Yes, you will.’ He almost smiled at me, pleased at my flustered state. ‘Are you throwing me out of the dining hall, Ms Dewitt?’

      I shrugged, averting my eyes. Some people deserved to be handsome. Dorian Holder was not one of those people.

      ‘Maybe.’

      ‘Ms Dewitt, I own this cafeteria.’

      As if he was pulling rank about the lunchroom. Like I would be ever so impressed and intimidated. Who cared? I was getting canned, anyway. ‘I am well aware. See, Mr Holder, I’m actually throwing you out of my personal space. Which, at the moment, you are standing in, and you don’t own.’

      Whoops. It just popped out.

      How dared he chuckle? But chuckle he did.

      ‘Not yet, I don’t.’

      My jaw dropped, as Mr Holder stifled a yawn.

      ‘Mr Holder, what are you –’

      ‘It’s decided, then. Meet me on the top storey when you’re finished, Ms Dewitt.’

      ‘Done and done.’

      Dorian Holder took a sip of my coffee, and his Adam’s apple took a dip as he swallowed. He winced. ‘Christ. Is this what we’re serving?’

      ‘Unfortunately, yes. Please don’t drink my coffee, Mr Holder. I actually paid, so you no longer own it.’

      The whole thing struck me as bizarre. Couldn’t I just go home?

      ‘Now that was me being in your personal space.’ He set the cup down. ‘You like it sweet and creamy. I’m surprised.’

      ‘Would you have guessed dark and bitter?’

      ‘Hmm. I’ll have to speak to the staff.’ His eyes wandered to the kitchen. ‘But not now.’

      I shrugged, ‘It’s good enough for me.’

      ‘I refuse to be served anything less than the finest,’ Dorian Holder explained. He glanced at my feet and sneered, ever so slightly. Huh? Oh, yes. Horrified by my cheap flats. Can’t blame him there.

      ‘Yeah, well.’ My pulse pounded. Was it lust or anger? Mix and match.

      ‘Nor do I like shabby presentation.’ He appraised my casual-chic frumpwear ensemble.

      OK, chic was not involved in that particular outfit.

      ‘What size shoe do you wear, Ms Dewitt?’

      Wow. Bisexual, foot fetish, or Buffalo Bill? I tried to appear unruffled.

      ‘Eight.’

      ‘Eight?’

      ‘Yep.’

      He glanced at his watch. You got to be kidding me, he wears a Rolex? Does he think it’s 1983? ‘You said it would take you fifteen minutes?’

      ‘Or so.’

      ‘Fifteen minutes,’ he repeated, ‘is what you said. There is no “or so”.’

      And then he strode away.

      Definitely a strider.

      * * *

      While I’ve never been the world’s fastest typist, I’m not so bad. Trying to edit, revise and hammer my cryptic notes into something smart and clarified? While my hands shook and I was terrified? Not so much. To make matters worse, I couldn’t open half the attachments the team had sent. Altogether I was caught in a real-life spin on one of those anxiety dreams where someone or something is chasing you, you’re running as fast as you can but your legs are nearly immobile and, just as the Thing is about to catch you, you awaken swaddled in wet sheets with your heart throbbing.

      A little blip notifying me of a new message did nothing to assuage my growing panic.

      Fr: Dorian Hartley Holder

      Subject: Tick-Tock

      Fifteen minutes have come and gone. I’m waiting.

      BTW, you won’t find a number button on the elevator. Press ‘P’ for the penthouse.

      Yours,

      D

      I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the keys.

      Fr: Lily Elizabeth Dewitt

      Re: Tick-Tock

      Penthouse? We’ve always called it the 13th floor, but you’re the boss. I know where the top storey is, though I wasn’t aware that’s what the ‘P’ button stood for; I had other ideas.

      Just five more minutes, if that’s OK. I’m almost there. Sorry to make you wait.

      Respectfully,

      Lily Dewitt

      Yeah, I totally did that.

      A few seconds passed, and there was a second blip.

      Fr: Dorian Hartley Holder

      Subject: Impatient

      I am, indeed, the Boss.

      But no, I said ‘now’. Nobody makes me do anything, СКАЧАТЬ