Suppressing Desires for the CEO

Chapter 4

As I stepped out of the shower, I could hear whiskers, my puppy, scratching the door, he was very attached to me and I laughed at how I couldn't use the bathroom without him calling for me.

I wiped the mirror and looked at my reflection. I felt much better having slept off thoughts of Scott Dainway. I pouted my full lips and looked into my brown eyes behind long lashes. I frowned, my eye lashes needed fixing. Whiskers whimpered again, bringing a smile to my face. I opened the door and ruffled the hair atop his head.

"If only every guy couldn't live without me like you."

My doorbell rang as I sat down to eat my breakfast. My friend Sarah stood there tapping her feet and burst in just as I opened.

"Why are you so scarce nowadays?" She whined as she plopped on top of my L-couch, taking a slice of my toast and munching on it. Best friends have no boundaries.

"Work. It's been hectic the past few weeks" I replied pulling my plate from the thief.

"Oh yes! You and this job! How is it going? How did the presentation go?"

"It went well. We are done and moving on. Had a happy hour last night."

She laughed " You are not suffering a hangover so that is hard to believe."

"I just didn't drink so much. It's a work function. Don't want to be too comfortable."

"Any scandals?" Sarah asked leaning back into the pillow and lettering whiskers climb into her lap.

"No. None."

"Boring. Let's go shopping. Quite a few sales this weekend."

I didn't argue. Sarah was a presenter for a news channel. She was all about fashion and looking good. I liked that she had taken me under her wing and taught me make up and some fashion sense - and still did.

At the mall she swooned over her new squeeze. "Alejandro is incredible. It's like he is dancing in bed the way he swoops me up, turns me this way and that way and puts his -"

"TOO MUCH INFO!" I cried, blocking my ears.

"What?" she stopped and looked at me unmoved, " Who else am I going to tell? Anyway, how is your love life?"

"I'm not dating."

"Really?" Sarah quizzed, "don't let Dylan win. He lost a hot and loyal lady and he is going to regret it."

I doubted it but I didn't dare argue with Sarah. She defended me from myself at every turn.

We finished a few hours later and I plonked into the bench sipping my smoothie.

Sarah went on about her trip to Africa and what sights she was excited to see. Our friend Pam was due to join us after her spa appointment.

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On Monday Scott called me in through his assistant. I had managed to spend the weekend without thinking of him and as I made my way to his door and knocked, I stepped in like a rabbit in unknown territory. I looked around the massive and impressive office. It was bold - just like the man who sat behind a huge desk before me.

"Take a seat." He said not looking up from his laptop. I scurried toward the desk and placed my contents on the table.

"I called you in to understand some of the information you sent through". He pulled a large graph sheet and placed it on the desk between us. He leaned over to point out a data point and I caught a whiff of his cologne. I could swear it contained something that gave you butterflies. It was strong and alluring. He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow when he noticed I hadn't moved to glance at what he was pointing at. I cleared my throat and began to explain when my phone - that I had stupidly forgot to put on silent started ringing - the "Don't want you back" song by Eamon ...I cringed. I'd selected the ring tone for Dylan when I had been angry at him a few days after our break-up.