Chapter 8: Working Late
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One week later on a Friday night I find myself working late on a project acquisition of a company that Mr. Blackthorne wants. Through the past 6 months I’ve been in and out of his office with paperwork, talked to him on the phone, & he’s even messaged me but those messages always come up Adam Blackthorne, CEO. So now I’m starting to wonder if my secret admirer really is him. I finish with the paperwork & am just going to leave it for Monday when I see that the light is still on in Mr. Blackthorne’s office. So I decide to go ahead & take him the paperwork. I get to his office door & knock. “Come in,” he says. When I get in he’s leaning back in his desk chair with his hand squeezing his nose like you do when you have a headache.”Mr. Blackthorne I have that paperwork for you.” When he finally looks up those eyes mesmerize me again & I’m caught in there stare. Even with my gray blouse, light pink blazer, & matching pencil skirt I feel like he can see straight through it to every single curve of my body. “Miss Penbrooke, I didn’t realize you were still here.” “Yessir,” I reply. “I wanted to get all this paperwork drafted before the board meeting on Monday.” “Hmm.” Is all he says. So I put the paperwork on his desk. “Goodnight Mr. Blackthorne,” I say as I go to walk out. “Ashley wait.” My name on his lips stops me cold. “I was about to have a drink.” “Would you mind staying & joining me then I could take you home?” “It’s too late for you to be out alone.” His words make sense so I agree. But in the back of my mind I’m wondering if I just made the worst decision of my life.
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