Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Thanks.”
He smiled. “We do have some finance things to go over, but we’ll call you tomorrow. I can see from the way you keep looking at your phone, she is on the way and you can’t concentrate anyway.”
“Good. Brilliant. And you’re right. She is far prettier and more entertaining than your money worries.”
Finn winked. “As it should be. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I exited the app with a small grimace. I would have to figure out how or if to tell Autumn of my dealings with the boys. What I did for them. What they did. Part of me dreaded that conversation, and part of me thought I should simply stay quiet. But I had promised her honesty, and keeping that from her seemed wrong. I would discuss it with Finn and Niall tomorrow and then decide.
Just then, the buzzer went, announcing Autumn’s arrival. I pushed all other thoughts out of my head but her.
They could all wait.
AUTUMN
Once again, my eyes drifted to the corner where my knapsack sat, my coat draped casually over it. Sully’s words, his low, murmured please still echoed in my head.
“Pack a bag and stay the night. Stay awhile. I want as much time with you as possible, mo fhiadh beag. Please.”
I couldn’t resist him. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to. So I’d packed a bag with two changes of clothes and some toiletries. Somehow I knew Sully’s place would have the essentials. I did, however, plan on slipping out on my lunch break and buying something special. Something for his eyes only. He’d like that. I’d tease him for a while, the same way he’d teased me this morning.
He’d sent me a series of pictures. Him in underwear, then one in dress pants, his shirt unbuttoned. With his tie and jacket on. Adding a heavy-looking silver watch. Cuff links. Wearing what I was certain was a cashmere overcoat. Pulling on gloves. A striptease in reverse, the final picture of him before he left his flat, dressed to impress, sexy as hell.
The last picture had a message.
All for you, mo fhiadh beag. All for you.
Tonight, you can have me any way you want me.
Yours (and I am).
– Sully
I wondered how many longing glances were thrown his way as he strolled to the office. Except, he wouldn’t stroll. He would stride with his shoulders back, his head held high, emanating power and sex appeal, making him all the more appealing. Confident in his own skin, not caring for the glances. I knew women would stare at him. Maybe try to engage him in conversation while they waited for morning coffee at the local shop. Slip him their number.
Which he would refuse.
I knew, without a doubt, he would be polite, cordial, and completely distant. He had said on more than one occasion he was a one-woman man. Bonnie had told me he was extremely loyal. I could say with complete confidence I was that woman.
And how I got to be so lucky, I had no idea.
I sighed as I turned in my chair, looking out the window. The day was bleak, something I understood happened a lot here during the winter. But it did in Canada as well. And our winters were far longer-lasting.
A knock at my door brought me out of my musings, and I smiled at one of the women from HR.
“Hello, Elaine.”
She entered, carrying a thick folder.
“Oh dear. More problems?”
She shook her head. “No, actually, these are some other documents I thought you should go over and change to bring us up-to-date.”
I took the folder with a smile. So many of the staff were keen to jump into the twenty-first century, while others, the older male ones, mostly, wanted things to stay the same. They couldn’t understand why things had to change. And I had to admit, this office ran very well, but there was definitely room for improvement.
“Mr. Whitby asked me to speak to you.”
“Oh?”
“He is very pleased with how things are going. You are an excellent teacher, and you write the documents so we can all understand them very well.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you enjoyed your time here, Autumn?”
“Very much.”
She sat down. “A little bird told me as much. She indicated you may be thinking of relocating.”
I knew who that little bird was. Bonnie had been talking already. I smiled. “I have. But I need to go home and wrap up my life there, then come back and apply through the right channels.”
She nodded. “Another work visa would help, would it not?”
“It would.” I chose my words carefully. “I was thinking of applying for any jobs that become available here.”
She beamed at me, then leaned forward as if we were conspiring. “I know Audrey is thinking of retiring. We’ll need a new person, and she and I think you would be a great fit.”
My eyebrows shot up at her words. “What about Moira? She’s been here a long time.”