Eliza walked away from a failed marriage just to find herself thrown in the hands of her most beloved actor. It started with passion and laughter...will it end the same?
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U.K-LONDON
PART ONE
The car sped fast soaking her from head to toes. "Great! what else could go wrong?" It was a difficult day for her and the rain wasn't helping her mood... She had to wake up at 6 o'clock to run to the dry cleaners to collect her boss's dress for the event that evening, run to the bank for a problem with her credit card, go to starbucks and wait endlessly in the queue to buy her boss's latte macciato and be early in the office and presentable for their new clients. Working as an assistant to an editor of a famous magazine was not an easy job... The moment she was about to cross the road to go to the office her phone rung. With her hands full she tried to manage to open her bag to unearth it. A woman in a hurry pushed her aside and everything fell on the wet pavement. It was a latte massacre. Thankfully the dress was well protected in the waterproof bag though the same could not be said for her blouse and handbag. In almost tears she kneeled to gather her things. Her phone thankfully,by a miracle, was saved from the coffee and the rain.
As she was trying to catch the empty coffee cup to throw it in the bin she saw a pair of male bright blue shoes standing in front of her and the rain suddenly stopped battering her. Looking up she saw a pair of tall mascular legs, dressed in dark jeans. The legs kneeled down and she found herself looking in to the most beautiful blue eyes on a strong masculine face.
"May I help you?" The deep voice resonated in her inner being. She shaddered inwardly and after a few seconds she finally found the function of her tongue again.
"No it's ok, I almost got it all". She averted her eyes from his magnetic gaze and continued to gather her things. Of course she knew who he was. Richard Armitage was very famous. It was also a fact that they were expecting him for the interview and the photoshoot for the next month's magazine issue so she was expecting to see him today- though she thought she would see him from afar not a few inches away from her. He was holding his umbrella over their heads and inside this little haven she felt his strong presence intoxicating her. His strong clean perfume and his own unique scent penetrated her nostrils. She looked again at his clear shaven face,she was about to thank him when he locked his eyes on hers, looking at her intently. Smouldering her with his look she couldn't utter a single syllable. She was hypnotized. She never felt like this for anyone before. She had just met the guy for crying out loud, what was he doing to her? They had locked their gazes and she felt an electric current pervade her body. Did he feel it too? Why wasn't he speaking? Richard stood up abruptly ending the moment. He still held the umbrella above them. She gathered her things and stood up too. She looked at him and was ready to thank him when she saw him smiling at her. Her breath caught in her throat. She forgot everything again.He gave her his hand.
"Hi, I'm Richard"
Stuttering she replied with a low hi.
"Excuse me, I didn't hear what you said".
Embarrased she took his hand to hers, "Hello, I'm Eliza.Thank you a lot for offering me your help" His grip was strong and warm, his fingers long and soft. She never wanted to let go of his hand. The moment she formed the thought, he retrieved it.
"I'm going to that building across the street" he told her, "I can escort you wherever you're going. I don't think is wise for you to get more wet. You should change your clothes as soon as you can".
She stared down at herself. She was a total mess. Her black pants were wet, her red blouse had a big coffee stain in the front and was clinging to her like second skin. Her hair was dripping in her wet coat and blouse. She wouldn't dare imagine how she looked in front of this immaculate man. Blushing she looked in his beautiful face again only to find him staring at her up and down. It was not a derogatory stare. She felt the electricity building again between them. A car honked near them and ended the moment abruptly.
"I'm going to that building my self. I'm the assistant of Miss Steward, the editor with whom you have the appointment with."
"You should really change your clothes before going to work" he spoke so silently that at first she thought she imagined it.
Was the way he said it implying something? It didn't feel like an ordinary concern for a strangers health. She thought that she felt something else behind his words. Probably it was wishfull thinking and she rejected that thought. He was being polite. He didn't mean anything else stupid woman.
"Yes, you are right. I'll ring my sister to bring me a change from home. Thank you for your concern."
He smiled at her again and his oceanic eyes sparkled. With her knees trembling she followed him across the street and into the building.
