Free Delicious Desires by Jackie Williams Page B

in that cabin office type thing they have on the site up the road.” She suggested. “And I’ll bet you just about anything  that he’s sitting there eating some kind of low fat, no sugar yoghurt and muesli for breakfast. Maybe you can bribe him with a slice of Victoria Sandwich and persuade him to give us a few more days. This place is going to take ages to clear out.” Cathy glanced round at the packed shop.
    Caroline didn’t know whether she even wanted to see him let alone speak to him but, trying to take a professional attitude, she pulled on her jacket, squeezed past the first of the construction workers as they piled into the shop, and marched purposefully up the road.
    She glared up at the huge sign that had been erected on the wire fencing around the construction site.
    ‘ Cavendish Developments’ was plastered up where it was impossible to miss.
    Her temper grew as she shoved her way through some heavy metal barriers. She stopped and briefly looked around. Being the owner of the company she hardly expected him to be right there, but she had to see someone. She had to do something.
    Sh e spotted his sleek Mercedes parked a short distance from an enormous yellow digger and tried not to feel bad about wishing that the huge vehicle had rolled over his car.
    She squared her shoulders and hurried pa st the spotless car and the mud-covered truck, wondering as she passed the gleaming machine, if he didn’t have someone there especially to wash it for him every day. The car was way too shiny to be on a building site.
    She stormed up to the nearest port-a-cabin office just as she heard angry shouts directed at her fro m across the rubble strewn land. She glanced over her shoulder to see an angry worker waving his arms and bellowing at her to get off the site. Ignoring him completely she pounded up the steps of the cabin and threw open the office door.
    Adam’s head shot up as the door crashed open and then banged shut behind her. He was sitting at a huge paper strewn desk, holding a large mug. He had been pouring over a list of figures and technical drawings.
    He lowered the mug and placed it on the desk. Another man sitting opposite him stared at Caroline in open-mouthed amazement, a large slice of sugared bread pudding halfway to his mouth as She flew up to the desk and slammed the letter down in front of Adam.
    Tea sloshed over the edge of a full mug that had been positioned on the edge of the drawings, holding them flat. The man dropped the pudding, grabbed a tissue out of his pocket and began blotting the drawin gs quickly. He picked up the pudding, wiped the spilled granules of sugar into his hand and put it back on a plate with three mor e slices.
    Adam stared at her in undisguised surprise. He opened his mouth as though he was about to speak but Caroline forestalled him in splintered, angry tones.
    “Who the hell do you think you are? Mr. Big Shot? You can’t do this to me! I can’t pack up my whole shop in just a week.” She raged at him, fire in her eyes, her heart heaving as she tried to remain detached from thinking how wonderful he looked in his open -necked checked shirt and pale jeans.
    She caught sight of a few granules of sugar attached to his top lip and she had to fight the urge to lean forwards just a little more, tilt her head upwards and lick them off.
    Adam sat back down in his chair, stunned by her furious outburst and gaped back at her. He glanced down at the printed paper and then without speaking, he calmly picked up the letter and looked down to read it. He frowned and then raised his eyebrows before he quickly glanced back up and spoke quietly to his associate.
    “Can you give me a couple of minutes Jim?This won’t take long to sort out.”
    The man stared at Caroline for a long moment and then, grabbing up the piece of half-eaten bread pudding and a hard hat from the shelf just behind the door, he quickly left the cabin.
    Adam looked at the letter again in silence. Caroline