KEEP AWAY GIRLS
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Carrington P.O.V.
Denver, Colorado (Mile High City)
Klay's fair skin was turning red everywhere. I know from the sheer embarrassment of the moment my cheeks were burning, especially from the way he was looking at me.
Finally, Klay said," I am sorry! I knocked but no answer. I thought you were knocked out sleep. I didn't want you to go to bed on an empty stomach. Dinner will be here in a few minutes."
"It's okay! I was in the bathroom. I didn't heard you. Thanks for checking on me. I will be down in a few minutes." I told him, looking away from him.
"Again, I am sorry. I will see you downstairs." Klay stated before turning around and walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.
Was Klay just checking me out? No! I am just reading too much into an embarrassing situation. This is strictly a business arrangement. Stop tripping. I told myself. One thing for sure, is Klay Thornton is definitely not gay.
Quickly, I rushed over to the thick solid wooden door and tried to lock it, but the damn door doesn't have a locking mechanism. Unbelievable!!! I think to myself as I rush into the spacious grand walk-in closet to finish getting dressed.
After I got dressed, I rushed back into the En Suite bathroom to check my hair and put on a little make-up.
Next, I sprayed on my favorite Dior- Vanilla perfume and took a nice long deep breath and then, I exited my suite. I was still making good time. I was raised to believe that being late was rude. Being on time, especially when conducting business, is required, and simply not optional.
Wow!!! I didn't notice how long that hallway was earlier. I guess I was too busy speaking with a certain Ginger to pay attention.
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It was ten minutes before eight o'clock at night as I approached the steps.
All of a sudden, I started hearing voices, and they sounded like women's voices. Crap!
I froze. He has guests. I thought it would just be two of us. f**k! I'm not sure how to act.
"Please! Place the food in the dining room, Holly!" I hear Klay instruct someone firmly.
"Yes, Mr. Thornton. And will you need anything else before I go, Sir?" inquired a flirty female voice.
"No! That will be it and thank you. Good night." conveyed Klay, sounding annoyed and cold. Sounds like he might need to be rescued, so I continued down the stairs.
"You welcome, Mr. Thornton, and have a good night as well." said the same sugary-sweet female voice. There was a brief silence and then I heard multiple footsteps.
" Klay, are you sure that you don't want me to stay for dinner as well? I could be a big help!" asked a tall, slim, blonde woman wearing a tailored fire-engine - red power business suit with an East Coast accent as a short brunette pushed the dining cart into the dining room and disappeared.
"I am positive, Fitzgerald. Good night!" replied Klay in a very stern tone standing in front of the elevator. He looked handsome but serious and irritated in his navy sweater and olive khaki pants with white tennis shoes.
"Now, Klay.... how many times have I asked you to just call me Adrienne?" probed the woman wearing red, a little too whiny for me.
I saw Klay take a deep breath, looking very much like he was trying hard not to blow a gasket and lose his temper completely. That's when I decided it was time to intervene on Klay's behalf. I think this is what the rude lawyer was trying to tell me earlier. I will be his personal c**k-blocker....to keep away the girls.
"Klay! Klay! Are you ready for dinner? Or do you need a few more minutes?" I asked loud enough to be heard clearly but still soft, gentle and sugary sweet.
Both of them turned to look at me.
"Absolutely not, Kitten! They were just leaving." responded Klay, walking quickly over to me and taking my hand in his and smiling down at me. I couldn't help but smile back.
In a matter of seconds, Klay seemed to have gone from unfriendly and stony to kind, gentle and pleasant.
I looked over at the woman.
She was dressed very stylish and polished. She looked like new money, private schools and Ivy League schools with long straight blonde hair and bright red lipstick to match her all-red outfit. She was way taller than me and slim. She looked maybe six feet tall.
I am 5'2 and in my heels I am 5'5 maybe on a good day.
Her high-waisted red skirt is hugging her slim body. She looks like she is in shock but recovers quickly, but not before I saw the look of disgust that she quickly hid. Klay was busy looking at me, so I know he didn't catch it.
"You must be Carrington. I have been looking forward to meeting you all day. I am an old college friend of Klay, and now I work as one of his attorneys. My name is Adrienne Fitzgerald, Esquire." Adrienne said as she rushed over to greet me friendly and cheerfully.
"It's Ms. Chadwick for now please." I said softly but firmly. I don't do fake and I don't like her. Both his attorneys suck, I think to myself as I look up at him.
She looked taken back for a few minutes. Then, she took a few steps closer to Klay and started caressing his shoulder. She was clearly attempting to stake her claim on Klay.
Klay's pretty grey eyes move from me to the blonde rather quickly. Her flirty movements caught his attention and Klay narrowed his eyes at her. If looks could kill, Fitzgerald would be dead. Let me tell you.
" Fitzgerald is merely a colleague. Stay in your lane and do the job I pay you for, Fitzgerald. Now, get out, Fitzgerald." voiced Klay, sounding highly annoyed with her and pointing in the direction of the elevator as I noticed three brunettes giggling wearing hotel waiter uniforms standing by the elevator.
"I...I...I..." uttered Fitzgerald nervously before rushing towards his office.
Suddenly, the elevator door opened, revealing two women laughing.
"Mother! What are you doing here?" demanded Klay, frowning.
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