“Don’t worry about me, Seth. I’m not a problem.” He gives me a smile, showing off his perfect, probably soft lips that can make you all hot and bothered, I bet, and his deep eyes that I’m sure can take you on a wild and unforgettable ride through a dark night.
No, Rowan. The problem here is you and how I shamelessly fantasised about you from the moment I set foot in this office.
“But there are problems, and we must find a solution together.”
Together.
Oh God! How well it sounds pronounced from his lips!
“Are you with me on this?”
“Thousand per thousand,” I answer on the spur of the moment.
“OK,” he barely laughs. “OK.”
Was he aware that I was fantasising about at least ten scenarios where he’d call my name with those lips?
“Let’s get to work, then, shall we? We have a lot of points to discuss this morning, and unfortunately, there is not much time. I need your full attention.”
“You have it. My total attention.”
And maybe something more, too.
He turns his eyes back to my folder, which, at this point, I imagine contains all my most embarrassing secrets. I’m afraid we have to analyse them point by point.
God, help me.
“We must be prepared for anything, Seth,” he resumes. “That means preparing ourselves and the kids.”
“The kids?”
He looks at me again.
“Is it… er… really necessary?”
“You don’t want them to be unaware and unprepared, right?”
“No, of course not.” I drink some of the coffee that plants itself in my throat, along with the rapidly forming knot of anxiety.
“You didn’t tell them anything, did you?”
“I… Um…”
“Seth.”
“I was planning to do it.”
Rowan looks at me sideways.
“Soon. Very soon. Tonight.”
“You’d better because I have to meet them and quickly. We don’t have much time.”
“Meet them… Here?”
“Is there a problem?”
“The last time they were in an office like this… It was not an easy time for them.”
