Free Lemon Truffles - Love Instantly by Cece Monét Page A

Operations over there. The man laughed heartily as Cheng’s expression quickly changed into a mix of anxious, stricken longing and his gaze automatically shifted over to Angela, then back to their business partner. However, Cheng swiftly schooled his facial expression and once again, masked himself, returning to the stoic, unshakable businessman.
    Angela pretended to be oblivious as she continued picking up the contract with her scribbled change notes that their Legal team would need to amend and get implemented. Then she gathered up her other belongings. She’d heard what their partner had said and while she hadn’t understood every single word, she’d understood most of the man’s comments and certainly his overall meaning.
    Angela had also observed Cheng’s fleetingly altered facial expression as covertly as she could. Well, at least now she knew for sure that she wasn’t suffering in silence alone. That was little consolation for her; however, as their colleague looked from her face to Cheng’s and shook his head. Then the man finally made his way out of the conference room still bellowing out laughter along his way.
    Cheng was holding the door open for her now, standing in the doorframe stiffly as she exited the conference room. Unintentionally, Angela’s shoulder brushed against his chest as she made her hasty departure. She swore she heard him groan and she apologized for her clumsiness hastily, without ever looking at him. Angela knew better than to linger in that ticking time bomb situation, so she’d gotten out and hadn’t looked back.
    She hurriedly made her way down the hallway, fleeing to the supposed safety of her own desk as soon as possible. Otherwise, she would’ve dumped everything in her arms on the floor, grabbed Cheng and dragged him back into that conference room before pushing him back onto the table. That large, heavy, solid mahogany table was sturdy enough to support both of their weight…
    Oh my God! Stop it already – that meeting was enough torment as it was she chastised herself inside of her head as her shaky legs with wobbly, weak knees finally got her back to her cubicle. Then, as if on cue, her telephone rang. She pulled herself together and answered it on the third ring after putting down all of her items on her desk. “This is Angela Hawkins,” she said into her phone’s receiver.
    “ Hi Angela, it’s Zoe,” a young woman said in response. Zoe, Jayden’s nanny, almost never called her at work. Angela was just about to panic when Zoe added, “Jayden’s been drawing a picture that he insisted I scan and send to your e-mail right away and he wants to talk to you. I hope you’re not too busy right now?”
    Angela exhaled a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding in relief. “Of course, you know I always have time for my baby.”
    She opened her personal email then, since Zoe knew not to send anything to her work account unless it was an absolute emergency, and was downloading the paint file Zoe had sent her when she heard Jayden’s excited voice on the line. “Hi mommy! I drew a picture for you. Did you see it yet?”
    “ Hi Jayden. Actually I’m opening it now.”
    “ Where are you? Are you at work?”
    “ Yes baby. You know this is where I am every day when you stay with Miss Zoe.”
    “ Oh good. Then can you bring that nice man so he can watch Yo Gabba Gabba with me tonight?”
    Angela wasn’t sure what had prompted all of this coming from Jayden suddenly, but then again who really knew or understood the intricate inner workings of preschoolers? She also wasn’t sure how to answer him, but as she was about to say something, anything in response to Jayden, she became aware of someone else’s presence beside her. With the way her body responded to that proximity, she knew it could only be one person.
    Of course her son’s picture chose that exact second to finally finish downloading and pop open. Jayden had drawn a picture of himself, her and a