You Belong To Me - Chapter 4
It’s after 2am, and I am still lying awake in my bed. I have been walking down memory lane, for the first time in I don’t know how long. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I would again one day come face to face with Joshua Sterling…
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Sundays are my favourite part of the weekend, where I do absolutely nothing. Today though I am filled with apprehension. Slowly, I kick the comforter off of me, and swing my legs off the bed as I sit up facing my bedroom window. I had very little sleep, and I can only imagine what my face looks like right now. Turning to the night stand, I check the time. 10am...I let out a sigh, and get to my feet. Right, let's get this overwith.
After my shower, I apply eye cream to my eyes, the swelling should be down by the time I leave the house. I squeeze into a pair of skinny jeans and a pink grecean top and ballet pumps. One last look in my full length mirror, I grab my denim waste coat and head for the kitchen. I have about 30 minutes, enough time for a cup of tea.
At 11.55am, the doorbell rings, and my stomach does a somersault. Ok, calm the fuck down, Amy, this is business. I repeat this mantra over and over on the drive to Joshua's place.
We pull up at a huge security gate. The sign on the huge pillars flanking the gate, states 'Sterling House' As the gates slides open, and the limo drives through, I am once again filled with trepidation. Mr. Higgins, the driver, takes us around a beautiful house, and lush green lawns. He finally parks the limo, and comes around to open my door. My breathe catches in my throat as I exit taking in my surroundings. Something plays at my memory, but I push it to the back of my mind.
'This way, Miss Taylor,' I turn towards the driver and he leads me to the patio where I find myself face to face with Joshua. My steps falter at the strikingly attractive man waiting for me on the porch steps. He is dressed casually in a dark blue golf shirt and beige golf shorts. He stands with his hands in his pockets, eyes trained on me as I approach the steps leading to the patio.
'Good Afternoon, Amy. Right on time,' he takes my elbow not waiting for a response. 'I thought we could go over the proposal first and then have lunch,' he steers me inside his house into his office. I did not even look around me, my equilibrium off kilter due to Josh's hand on my elbow. 'Please, take a seat,' he says, all professional.
'Thank you,' I say finding my voice. He pulls a chair beside me and sits down. Only then I see his massive desk at the back of the room and that we are instead sitting at a round table in the middle of his office. His laptop is already open on the proposal and I hastily get mine from its pouch and start it up. If he is in a hurry to get started, who am I to complain.
'Would you like anything to drink, before we get started?' He enquires as he's about to put on his specs.
'Water, please,' I reply, and he immediatley gets to his feet and strides over to the bar fridge behind his desk and comes back with two bottles of lemon flavoured water. Handing me one I don't meet his eyes, murmuring a quiet thanks. Wonder if he remembers that's my favourite?
'Ok, Amy, I have made some notes, not much, so that will make you happy, I know I am, since I can see you're not trying to rob me,' he states jokingly. I look up at him sharply and find him grinning, waiting for me to hit back.
