4- I Wanted Him (Book 2)

I was standing near Margret who was working on the salon’s main counter. We had decided to go for a hundred percent advance bookings and were discussing advertising it.

“For the time being you can take over the reception,” I suggested her. The poor woman was an arthritis patient, so I used to involve her more in desk jobs.

“By the way,” she bent over the counter with that sinful glint in her eyes, “how is it going with that gorgeous hunk?”

She was so secretive, and the question was so unexpected that I had to pull back to look at her face.

“Umm. Ah. Nothing serious…” Nobody here knew that he was here in the Salon before everyone else arrived. They were also not aware that he had invited me for the lunch, next day.

“I think he likes you. Give him a chance, Eve.” She suggested me with kindness.

As I continued to stand next to Margaret at the salon’s main counter, I couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about her question regarding the "gorgeous hunk." I knew she was my sincere employee a