any the wiser” she grinned, pulling out a cashmere wrap dress in pale
pink as I gaped at her wide eyed.
“I’ve
been saving this little beauty for the right occasion. Stylish, feminine and
short enough to be a little bit sexy” she winked as I held it up against myself
nodding enthusiastically. “Shoes” she said firmly as I followed her to another
section. “This is a bit more tricky , they always send
a five. Some are bigger than others and I can shove my sixes into them” she
looked at my feet. “What size are you?” “Five” I laughed, her eyes brightening,
betraying her excitement at the thought we could really get stuck into the
collection that I now realised was Katie’s own personal shopping heaven, no
cash required.
“Nude
patent and very, very high” she squealed. Had I any idea that all these
wonderful items were nestling in the bowels of my workplace, I would definitely
have been down here before. “Who knows about this stuff?” I laughed. “Everyone,
but no one except me and Annabel on reception know just how good some of it is
and that’s the way we want to keep it OK. Most people think its rubber chickens
and gardening shears. Annabel logs it all and lets me know if there’s anything
interesting. I like that I can come down here and I’m on my own. If word gets
out, it will be like Selfridges on Boxing Day, can you imagine?” I laughed
loudly, I definitely could. “Go and get changed Lotty and I’ll come and sort your hair out for you” she winked as I dragged my
fingers through it and nodded. It was clean, but in my rush this morning, it
would be fair to say that was all it had going for it.
She
was right. Whatever he wanted my help with, it
wouldn’t hurt to look my best while offering it. The last I’d heard the man was
dating a supermodel, and whilst I could in no way compete with that, I could
surely do better than a mismatched suit and a blouse with a tea stain. As six
forty five rolled around she had revived my hair with a tropical smelling
treatment for enhanced body that she had recovered from the treasure trove, and
teased it into soft curls with a great little device I’d decided I’d actually
go out and purchase myself. He’d know I was coming straight from work and
assumed I always looked like this. That couldn’t hurt, I thought, trying to
push back sexual thoughts about Jason King and hoping he’d just be his usual
self and irritate me immediately. The thought that I could actually desire him
was infinitely worse.
Chapter
5
I
couldn’t shake the nerves that consumed me as I made my way into the King
Marketing foyer at five to seven, my mouth was bone dry and as he came out of
the elevator, striding confidently towards me I swallowed hard. He looked
glorious, black dress pants slung low around his waist, his crisp white shirt
open at the collar, having discarded his tie, black hair seriously mussed up. I
couldn’t decide whether it was because he’d been running anxious fingers
through it, or just finished another sexual dalliance up against his office
door. I frowned at the thought, just as he approached me smiling broadly.
“Smith” he grinned “What’s with the face?” My eyes shot to his, releasing the
frown and I shook my head. “Nothing King, what do you need me for?” His smile
was wicked and mischievous and my stomach flipped, as I suddenly wondered what
the hell I was getting myself into. “Follow me” he said eventually, nodding in
recognition to his staff who were filing out of the
building. “Where are we going, your office?” I said quietly, my voice breaking
slightly, betraying the nerves I was desperately trying to push back as he
raised an eyebrow at me. It hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“No, I don’t trust you in there” he grinned,
winking at me as I rolled my eyes. Carry on King, keep reminding me why I hate you, I thought to myself, my mouth set in a firm line as I
followed him into the elevator, ignoring the heat