Don't Give Up On Me - Unedited

Chapter 32

Charley sat at her desk staring blankly at the screen. Her thoughts all ran to yesterday and this morning. Kissing her in the lobby for all to see, both their pasts talked openly with one another, his admittance to 831 and saying I love you. And then making love, fucking and making love once more. Her stomach flipped as she realised she was aroused. Again. God couldn't she through nine to five until thinking naughty thoughts? Impossible, she was with the best bloke that could only rise the feelings from her.

Her phone rang, the light flashing to show it was reception.

"Hey Fiona."

"Screw that, who are they from?"

"Excuse me?" Charley frowned confused.

"Oh never mind. Call me back in five." 

Fiona hung up the phone, leaving Charley baffled. That had to be the most baffling and pointless conversation she had ever had.

She heard women gushing and being the nosey person she was, Charley looked around her to see what all the commotion about.

There stood a tall Chinese man with raven black hair, dark brown eyes wearing over washed jeans and a dull white plain tee shirt. It wasn't him that had the women gushing, it was the twelve long stemmed fully bloomed orange roses he was holding. They were stunning. And in her favourite colour too.

One of the women had approached him. We all secretly hoped they were for us. Who wouldn't though? Charley had heard her ask if she could help him. The Chinese man had nodded, staring unabashedly at her rather large chest. He concentrated on her chest as it rose with every breath, breaking out of the gaze when she coughed.

"Yes. I am looking for a Charley Scott."

Charley flushed, embarrassed by the stares and gossip going on around her. She raised her hand to alert the delivery man to who she was. He walked over to her taking a good look around the room.

"Are you Charley Scott?"

"I am." She nodded as she spoke.

"Sign here." He thrashed a clipboard under her nose. Charley signed and took the flowers of him, breathing deeply at the unique scent. She already knew who they were from but she read the card regardless.

'Thank you for a wonderful night and morning. Join me for lunch? 831, Aidan Hunter x'

She grinned until she remembered all eyes were on her. A fellow colleague, Marcy, looked down on the flowers.

"Who are they from?" She questioned. Charley was taken aback at how forward she was. Not wanting to be rude, she replied.

"My boyfriend."

Marcy rolled her eyes. "Well obviously. You don't spend money on a bunch of flowers like that if he wasn't getting something in return. I meant who was your boyfriend?"

Offended, Charley spoke back. "I don't see how any of that is your business."

Marcy didn't reply but snapped the card out of Charleys' hand. She quickly glanced over it, holding it out of reach of Charley as she tried to snatch it back.

Marcys eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Aidan Hunter? Aidan Hunter as in our boss? Your boss? You're screwing your boss? Wow, I didn't think you had it in you. Who would have thought quiet little Charley was such as a slut?" She shouted around the office, aware that everyone's eyes were on them.

Charleys eyes burned, glistening with unshed tears. Is that what everyone thought of her now? This was one of the reasons se hadn't wanted everyone to know. To save herself from this judgement.