Wild flowers; Housekeeper's Bell

Chapter 4

Dean was dying to see Bell all morning even if he wouldn't admit it to himself. He paced back and forth for a few minutes, then he saw the bottled water on his desk. Quickly he grabbed it and threw the bottle into the bin next to his chair. Sitting behind his desk he opened his laptop to a random page on his browser. Then he called her into his office. She was wearing one of his now, favorite red fuck-me pumps that morning and a cream two-piece suite with a red silk blouse, her make-up fresh and light just the way he likes to see it on her. Her long hair was tied into a tight pony tail which he longed to pull loose and set free. The fact that he had noticed all of that with just one glance, was driving him insane.

Dean had come to the conclusion over the weekend after some long sleepless nights, he had decided that he may not trust her with his heart anymore but he still desired her, he still wanted to be with her every time he saw her. Why was he fighting it? One last roll in the metaphorical hay would doubtlessly clear her totally out of his system. He had never really gotten to have that clean-cut from her. Maybe if he finally got to end things with her, he could move on and forget their past. 'Yeah right, like he was fooling anyone, if he was honest with himself, he would admit Bell was by far the best lay he had ever had and he would know one more time with her would not be enough. As she whispered his name that morning, and he felt his heart stop, he knew that was the gospel truth. He still wanted her body and soul.'

Bell looked at him and spoke with great concern in her voice, she moved past the fact that his piercing eyes had was setting her heated body in flames, no she could let that bother her right now, "I think Ms. Tisdale has the flu...", Dean saw the naughty glint at the corner of her eyes and he was intrigued, what was she doing? Dean wondered as he leaned back into his chair and gazing down at her. Bell had his undivided attention now.

"I mean she's such a nice woman..." she fluttered her eyelashes. Dean wanted to laugh, who did Bell think she was fooling, he knew when she was faking it. 'But what was she planning?''

"Yes, she is..." he grinned and Bell looked taken back for a split second. She looked down at him with a forced grin. She was jealous.  

"I mean she's working so hard for you, I won't want her to get worse, and then fall over and die." Her grin widens. 

"That's true." Dean agreed, nodding his head in agreement.

'Bell patted herself on the back, if she had become an actress, she would have been a millionaire. The old Dean would have seen right through her. She was so proud of her self, he was one of the city's top attorneys and he couldn't see through her façade. Maybe he was just too dazzled by her amazing beauty and great acting skills.' She giggled. 'Whatever it was it suited her just fine he was falling for her plan to send Ms. cat eyes home for a few days she needed a break from the witch.'

Dean watched Bell with a secret smile of his own, she really believed she had him fooled, he could tell from the very first day he had seen his secretary and his assistant together Bell didn't like Angelika and the feeling was mutual. Why she was being so overly sweet he didn't know, he was just enjoying her little show. She really should remember she couldn't fool him.

"I really think we should send her home for the day to rest, don't you?"

'Ahh that was it, she wanted to get rid of Ms. Tisdale.' 

Bell's hand brushed against his desk without a thought, and she knocked the glass that she had brought with her off the edge of his desk, the glass fell over, and shattered on the tile floor next to the foot of the desk, she jumped. 'The game was over.'

Bell grew pale as she stared at the broken pieces of glass on the floor. Dean jumped off his seat and walked to the front of the desk were the shards of glass laid. Bell quickly stoop down taking up the pieces of glass. "Oh god I'm such a clutz," she kneeled down next to the broken glass.