O'Connor's Girl

Growing Up

Looking over the proposal for acquisition of the telecoms start up that his PA had brought to his attention Bradley O'Connor sighed. He put the papers down. His attention was anywhere but here.

Stocking clad legs walked into his office. Said legs were in a pair of stylish leather court shoes with a thin heel and classy design. The legs looked like the type that a man could enjoy having wrapped around him any time of day.

Sadly an inch or two above the knee he had to guess what the legs looked like underneath the black pencil skirt which hugged toned thighs and hips perfect for-

"Sir?" His PA's voice snapped him out of his dangerously lustful thought. Had she asked him something?

"Yes, Tina?" He looked up at his PA who now stood by the cabinet on the left of his large oak desk.

"I was asking if you had completed your appraisal of the proposal."

Bradley took in her honey-colored hair that was secured in a neat bun at the back of her head. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows which were neither thick nor thin maintained their normal position. Her slim nose wasn't scrunched up nor were her cute nostrils flared.

Her olive green eyes held no irritation. Her slim arms were covered from the wrist up by a see-through white material that went opaque once it hit her shoulders and down over her chest and stomach.

"Sorry, no. I'm having trouble concentrating actually." He sheepishly admitted.

She smiled comfortingly. He felt guilty for misleading her. Her smiled brightened, "Your father will be delighted to see you, sir. I'm sure it will all work out."

"Thank you Tina. Would you get me a coffee? I feel like a Giovanni's special. I know you haven't gone out for lunch yet so grab yourself something too." He smiled back softly.

The relief on her face tugged at his conscience. Her smile brightened again. "Sure thing, boss, anything else?"

No, not unless you'd like to come, sit on my lap while I loosen your mane from that tight bun. Bradley mentally slapped himself and smiled back at his PA, shaking his head, "Go have lunch, I'll see you when you get back."

As soon as he was sure she was gone he groaned out loud. He was losing it. After four years of getting a grip on his growing attraction for her he was unhinging at an alarm speed. She hadn't noticed yet, thank God or he might just lose it and pin her against the wall behind his desk and...he groaned even louder.

"Normally, that would be a sign of desire but your delicious PA isn't around." An amused male voice broke the silence in his office.

Brad looked up and smiled at his best friend. Oliver's almond-shaped eyes crinkled at the corners and shut almost completely as he laughed at his best friend. Brad scowled and threw the first thing his left hand came into contact with on his desk.

The fountain pen flew with accuracy at his best friend's head. Oliver tilted his head to the extreme right as it whistled past his red-brown hair. "Dude, I was laughing, I might not have been able to dodge your killer accurate throw."

Oliver's hair was cut short at the top and shaved at the bottom on his left and short on the bottom and just past his ear at the top on his right. It was an unusual cut but it suited him like a dollar sign on a dollar bill, much like the tailored suit he wore. He tucked his hair behind his right ear and pulled the tip of the fountain pen out of the wooden door behind him.

His shrewd dark brown eyes did not miss a beat. Something was bugging his best friend. He watched as his well-dressed, handsome (well according to almost every female who met Brad), ridiculously wealthy, friend ran his hand over his hair and drop his head on the desk with a thud.