Racing Desires

3. Mail

Dean's POV:

Silence falls between us again. Kiara stands up from her chair and I nearly expect her to leave the room again. Instead she grabs hold of our empty boxes and throws them in the trash, perhaps with a little force behind it as I hear the loud thud, as soon as the boxes hit the bottom of the trash can.

After that she walks back to the desk and starts working again without saying a single word. Running my hands frustrated through my hair, I pick up the card she tossed back at me from the floor and silently lay it next to her right hand on my desk.

"I don't need it", she says without even looking up at me once.

"Take it, I have a few more in my drawer. And even if it's far out of my way, I apologize for tossing it like that at you, perhaps it wasn't the politest way", I sigh.

Surprised she looks up at me, and for the first time I take in her full features of her face. While beforehand at a first glance and not paying much attention to her face I thought she is maybe average, it's now that I see her full beauty. My apology caught her off guard again and the face is relaxed.

When she caught me staring I did notice she wasn't caked but being caught stopped me from taking her in properly.

Her puppy like huge hazel coloured eyes, bild a strong contrast to her ginger hair, giving her face a natural beauty. As it looks, the only make up she is wearing is a mascara, a pink lipgloss and a very slight blush underlining her natural features. Besides a few cute freckles, her skin is spotless and true to her ginger coloured hair, the skin is very pale like ivory.

Her high cheekbones, a petite nose and fine jawline give her a feature, which reminds me of some of the models I've been around in the past, only that they paid well to have a plastic surgery done. And with her it seems to come off naturally. How couldn't I see this earlier? Ok, maybe I was too focused on being pissed off. But god she's beautiful.

I clear migh throat once I realize how I have been staring at her, for what seems like ages. And her eyes break away from me, back to the laptop.

"Perhaps?", leaves her lips with a huff and it takes me a moment to remember what I had said before our staring contest.

"Yes perhaps. It's not like you were exactly friendly before that either", I retort.

After that we work next to each other for nearly two hours in total silence. While I am working at all my mails from during the day and sorting out some paperwork, she keeps working on what we had talked about earlier on. She probably could have done this from her office, the only reason she probably still is in here is just in case she needs to ask me something.

Any other person I would have kicked out of my office by the latest after twenty minutes. But to be honest I doubt she would have listend to me anyway. And as much as she has me going nuts, I can't say I mind her sitting here at my desk.

Around us all the other office lights are being switched off one by one, but she is still fully focused on her work. It's like she is diving deep into it and a side glance now and then shows me exactly if she is happy about what she has just done or if she is frustrated.

Once I have my schedule done for today, I turn to her. "Hey, I think we are done for today it's nearly eight o'clock we've been here for nearly twelve hours." It's not like I work any less on other days, I'm always working. But I still feel the slight hangover from last night and she surely has better things to do too.

"Give me five minutes and then I will show you the different things I have worked out for this campagne, I just need to sort them into the right folders."