RC.

Ch6 ........... K

He looks at me and smiles a smile that sparkles in his grey eyes then says in a perfectly posed voice:

R:"Come in!"

I barely have time to adjust my skirt or to smooth my blouse down, that Mark is already in the room.

I clear my throat, moving away from Ryan.

Mark:"Good evening."

R:"Good evening Mark."

As for me, I let out a pathetically squeaky good evening, in a suspiciously shrill voice.

Mark stares at me for a moment, puzzled.

(He knows.)

(Has he caught on to everything ?! Does he know ?! Did he hear anything ?!)

I'm sure I'm as white as a ghost. Shit Tayla! Get a grip!

(All is well, there's no need to worry ... He's just looking at me like a colleague would, that's all.)

T:"I ... I was just giving Ry... Mr. Carter... A file... I'll leave you, gentlemen ..."

If I wanted to seem guilty, I just stacked all the odds in my favour!

R:"Stay, Miss White I asked Mr. Leviels to join us because you're going to be working together on a project ..."

(What ?! He knew Mark was coming?)

He looks at me mischievously, then looks back at Mark.

He annoys me.

But I won't let him destabilise me.

Mark nods like a good little soldier, while I glare silently at Ryan.

But he remains impassive, most probably very proud of his little game.

R:"Please, take a seat."

He walks around his desk letting his long fingers slide along the wood evoking lustful pictures of his hands on my body in my mind ...

T:"I rather stand."

He sits down, smoothing his tie down, and looks at me amused.

R:"As you please, Miss White ..."

Mark steps forward and sits on the seat next to me. He glances at his phone before folding his hands over his knees.

I suddenly feel a little ridiculous, standing as straight as a ramrod next to these two men who are sitting down quietly.

I throw a sideways glance at Ryan and quietly sit down on the seat near me.

(I don't play his game, and Cool it.)

I sit down making sure that my skirt doesn't creep up my legs. I don't want to do anything dubious with Mark in the room ...

R:"A group of Chinese investors are coming next week. They are interested in investing in our rig in the Persian Gulf ... I would like you to update the NDA."

Mark nods, while I desperately try to make my brain switch into work mode.

R:"I also need the detailed business plan for the audit. And of course, prepare the data room ..."

I am both shocked and fascinated to see how Ryan can switch from one personality to another so fast and so easily!

A few minutes ago he had the leading role of the passionate lover, and now he's a ruthless businessman.

While I'm still struggling to get a grip on myself!

I nervously rub my fingers together trying to regain a calm and poised attitude.

R:"Miss White ... Are you listening ...?"

Two mischievously twinkling, grey eyes are staring at me.

(Bastard, you know exactly where I am cause it's where you left me!)

T:"Absoulutly, sir I am all yours."

A hint of grin stretches his lips at the ambiguity of my answer.

He gently rub his forefinger on his chin.

R:"You look hot ... Shall I open a window?"

I open my eyes wide for an instant, silently asking, "Do you really dare?"

Does he really want Mark to catch on ...? Does this little taste of danger excite him?

(Believe me, Mr. Carter, you'll live to regret it! ...)

(I answer in the same tone.)

T:"Is there a problem with your air conditioning? It feels much hotter here than in my office ... But I'm okay, thank you."

(Meaning: I know how to get a grip on myself, my friend...)

I glance over at Mark. He seems totally indifferent. I feel reassured, he doesn't seem to have noticed anything.

There's obviously not an ounce
of perversion in this man. Which is absolutely not the case for the person facing me ...

R:"Well, it's getting late. We'll discuss the matter further, in two days. Thanks to both of you."

Without a second thought, I get up and leave the office in Mark's wake. If he thinks that after his little act I'm gonna stay a minute longer, he's entirely mistaken!

R:"Miss White ..."

(Damn...)

R:"Just a minute please..."

(Without turning around, I quietly close the door to his office, letting Mark leave alone.)

I know very well that my head's gonna be spinning in no less than a minute and that he'll get what he wants from me ...