Seduced by Mr. Right

Bottonhole every good looking guy

She did her best to go the extra mile for her clients and none of them remotely looked as good as Mr Ian Wilson.

Damn it, where had that come from?

His smile only widened, as if he was privy to some private joke he was not ready to share. that might be true, but i suspect it started out biased.

Forgive me Mr Wilson, but i have to ask, do most banking executives talk in some kind of code the way u do?

All too often, he was given to beginning sentences in his head and voicing them out loud only when he came to the middle, so he took no offense.

All right, let me be plain,

"Please" Although she truly doubted that was possible. Men who look like Mr Wilson didn't even have a nodding acquaintances with the word plain. She was certain that Ian Wilson Was accustomed to men women falling all over themselves to garner his favour.

Your mother recommended you,. well, she recommended both of you, although she didn't mention that S.C Bennett was actually her daughter. What she did say was that S.C Bennett And Sam Bennett were her children.

Her mind had temporary frozen the moment he uttered the word Mother. her eyes were on his as she repeated, "my Mother".

Yes. Then, to keep her from asking if perhaps he had made a mistake, Ian described the woman in details, "petite, well dressed lady. lively eyes, trim figure, a smile that's rather reminiscent of yours now that i think of it and ....

For the second time since he'd walked into her office, Sonia held up her hand."My mother ,yes, That's her. i get it" what did my mother do, buttonhole every good looking man she came across and try to steer him directly into her path?

Mother, she silently cried, you know better.

Knowing that there would be no peace for her until she knew, Sonia had ask, what were u doing with my mother?

Hiring her actually, Ian said. i'm having a small "get acquainted" party at the bank... i'm the new district manager.. and i needed a caterer. Your mother came highly recommended. The branch manager had her cater his Christmas party.

Sonia had to give her mother that, even though right now, there was a strong urge to wrap her fingers around her mothers slender neck and just squeeze. Just for a second. Just until she promised never to do this again.

When she spoke, restrained anger make Sonia's voice very formal."my mother is good at what she does"

How about you? he asked,turning the tables,his eyes pinning her in her place. Are you very good at what you do? She flinched, i am excellent, she assured him, i can give you a list of references if you like. Currents clients, she added.

Thanks but don't bother, i like making up my own mind.

and you can do that over lunch, It wasn't a question, just an assumption built on what he'd said few minutes ago. She did her best to hide back down the trace of sarcasm.

He smiled, inclining his head, "exactly".

if lunch was what he wanted, lunch was what he will get but not before sha had a question of her own answered.

Alright, but before we go, i need to know just what sort of services you'll require.

That really sounded like a loaded question that could be answered in a variety of way, some of which could get him slapped, where had that come from? he silently demanded. granted she was attractive.. exceedingly attractive... but the wasn't the reason he was here. what was going on with him?