Six months later.
Chase thought how Christine surprised him every day. He could not fault her work. She was always on time. He admired her flawless typing and the way she kept up with his hectic schedule. So far. Only one thing bothered him. Ms. Morrison was as cold as the Arctic winds. She despised him. He found it amusing. The way she pursed those full lips in a thin line whenever she saw him ...
Well, I suppose I do have something to do with that. I am not exactly warm and fuzzy towards her.
In the past he's had too many women getting the wrong idea when he treated them friendly. Not to mention those that tried to use him to get promoted. And let's face it, she is damn hot. The only thing bothering him - no, pissing him off - is Mason Pritchard has his lecherous eye on her. Not again. Not this time.
But I don't want to complicate my life with a simple physical attraction. I am attracted to her I can't deny it. But I can't act on it. Especially not with my secretary. I am not my father.
"Mr. Ward?" Christine called from the closed door. She entered bringing with her a soft, lingering smell of vanilla and roses.
Damn, she smelled amazing. "Yes?" I just lifted my eyes briefly, suddenly very interested in the annual report on my desk.
"You asked me to work overtime tonight."
"Oh right. It completely slipped my mind." I was too busy thinking about your long legs and the way you sway those dainty hips. I cleared my throat. "Um... Yes, we are having an audit in the morning. I just need you to help me with a few things. It shouldn't take too long."
"Do you want me to organize dinner?" she asked, fidgeting with a loose strand of honey coloured hair.
"Yeah, sure. I'll have whatever you're having." he said, thinking that he actually did not need her help so much as that he needed her company. All his financials were in order anyway. So what, she gets paid for working overtime. I'm sure a girl like her needs the extra cash.
* * *"You know, Christine, I won't give up until you go out with me." Mason Pritchard said while cornering her in the passage on the way to the file room. He pulled her into the small office.Christine stood with her back against the door, ready to bolt should he try anything funny.
"Mr. Pritchard I - " she began.
"Mason, please. I'm not your boss." He smirked at her. His rakish blonde hair fell forward and he swept it back with one hand.
"Mason, it's nothing personal. I just have so many things on my mind lately. I really don't have time to -"
"Rubbish. A beautiful girl like you should make time to have fun. Don't you like me, Christine?" He pouted, looking like a schoolboy being reprimanded by the teacher.
She laughed at his expression.
"See? You should laugh more often. It makes your eyes sparkle." He lifted her chin to look up at him. "You are way too serious. Is Chase dragging you down?"
Christine turned her face away from his touch. "I need to get back. I just need to get a file." She scooted around him to the cabinets. This man was too much.
He chuckled, one hand on the doorknob. "See you around, Christine."
* * *
Gosh, Mason just doesn't know when to give up. He had been after her for months now. Relentlessly.What the issue is with him and Mr. Ward she would like to know, but couldn't bring herself to ask anyone. She did not like gossip. It's not like she could just walk up to Chase and ask him straight out. She chuckled to herself, imagining how that conversation would go.She busied herself with the file she got from the filing room. Her thoughts kept straying to Chase. If only he could be a bit friendlier. In the six months she has been working for him, he barely glanced at her. Hell, he hardly acknowledged her presence, the asshat. Not that she wanted him to drool over her, but darn it, don't treat her like a robot. "Morrison this and Morrison that." He never uses her name. Why it even bothers her, she's not sure. But it does.
And suddenly he is asking her to stay late. For the audit. Huh! His financials are in perfect order. He is almost anal about all his records. She once accidentally misfiled a document and he had such a tantrum, they could hear him two floors down. Oh well, she won't say no to overtime. Her parents need help after all. After her father lost his job because of his gambling addiction, she has been helping where she could to put out fires.
I cost them so much. They never blamed me for Heather's death as much as I blame myself. After all the therapy, the medical expenses and my tuition, they deserve my help.
Christine would never blame her father for going off the rails. He wanted to make more money to give them the life they deserved. But things went from bad to worse and he got roped in. Just one more bet and he would make it big. The more he bet, the more he lost. She thought that her mother deserved a medal for sticking with him. Most women would have left. Not to mention the heartbreak after Heather... No, she must not dwell on such sad thoughts. Not while there is work to be done.
* * *
Christine came into the office to find Chase had taken off his jacket. The heat in his office slammed into her. He rolled up his sleeves of his white dress shirt to reveal well toned forearms. Discarding his silk tie he unbuttoned the top three buttons of the shirt. She froze in the doorway and had to swallow twice to get her voice back. Could it be only the July heat getting to her, because she felt a little lightheaded of a sudden?
"There's something wrong with the darn AC." he explained. "I'm baking out in here."
"I... I'll call a repair company first thing." she croaked, fanning herself.
He just grunted in reply. "Why am I missing June of last year's statements?" He fixed her with his icy grey stare.
She couldn't answer for a few seconds. "Oh, gosh I think I might have put them in the archives. I'll go and check." Turning around too fast, she twisted her ankle and fell down at the door. A cry escaped her and tears followed. Christine wished furiously for the ground to swallow her.
"Goddammit Morrison!" He rushed to her side. "What did you do?"
Christine tried getting up and adjusting her pencil skirt that had ruched up. She yelped surprised when a pair of strong arms lifted her up as if she were weightless. Her hands held onto his broad shoulders. For a second they stared into each others eyes. She was sure her heart missed a beat. He deposited her on his desk.
"Let me see." He lifted her injured foot. The heel of her shoe had broken off. He huffed, untied the broken shoe and tossed it right across the room. The other followed shortly after. "Why the hell you wear these heels in an office is beyond me." He scowled angrily at her.
She cursed herself silently for her trembling lips and teary eyes. It hurt. Surprisingly gently, he massaged her ankle and foot. She was speechless.
"I don't think you broke anything, except for that stupid shoe." He kept on rubbing her foot. "You have pretty feet. You must take better care of them." As soon as he said that he dropped her foot and looked away.
"I am sorry for being such a klutz." she managed to say. She rubbed her eyes and sniffed. Oh marvelous. I smudged my water resistant mascara. Now I must look like a tragic clown.
"Do you need me to take you to the ER? Move your toes." He handed her a tissue.
"Thanks. No, I'm fine." She blew her nose. Getting off the desk, she put her foot down only to feel a jabbing pain shoot up her leg. Trying not to scream she just took in a deep breath.
Chase shook his head. "Well, it's a nasty sprain. I'm taking you home."
"But -"
"Morrison, don't test me. You'll be staying at home tomorrow and keep off your foot." He grabbed hold of her arm. "And don't wear those neck breakers in the office ever again, you hear?"
I feel like such an idiot. She thought he looked irritated the way he was boring into her with those eyes. His mouth set in a grim line, the same mouth that a few seconds ago was so near to her own. She could almost... No! What the heck was she thinking?
He took his keys from his jacket pocket, not bothering to put it on. "Up you come." He lifted her up in his arms, being careful not to lift her skirt in the process. "Put your arm around my neck,otherwise it's going to be uncomfortable ."
She felt the heat going into her cheeks, but complied. The maleness of his scent and the heat did weird things to her heart. Christine hoped to goodness he couldn't feel how it was pounding. Chase carried her out of the office. He slammed the door shut with his foot. They had almost reached the elevator when Mason Pritchard came out of his office.
Could this day get even more embarrassing? Christine fought the urge to hide her face in Chase's shoulder.
"Oh my, Mr. Ward... Don't you two look a sight. Dare I ask what happened?" The look on Mason's face was indescribable.
"Fuck of, Mason. It's none of you business." Chase growled and kept on walking. "Press the button, Morrison. My hands are a bit occupied."
She did as he asked. Mason's mocking laughter followed them into the elevator.
The drive to Christine's apartment occurred in silence. Mostly. Chase's stony face made Christine anxious. Usually she would be concerned with the speed they were moving at. She observed his slender fingers strangling the steering wheel. Is he angry at me? Is it because we couldn't finish the work? I've gone over almost over all of his personal documents and couldn't find a single discrepancy. Or is he angry because Mason saw us? Oh my word, the gossips are going to have a field day with this. "Mr. Ward?" she almost whispered. He just grunted in reply, his teeth locked together. "I'm really sorry about this. There really was no need for you to -" "Just shut up, Morrison." Christine looked away from him, balling her fists to stop herself from crying. How can he be kind the one moment and a bastard the next? She is not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he upset her. After a while he said: "Is this whe
Christine spent the rest of Friday and the weekend in a daze. She messaged her parents telling them she was fine. Then she turned off her phone. In case Chase decided to call. Her mind kept going back to the kiss before he left. What the hell was she supposed to make of it? She cried when he left, turning into mush on her kitchen floor. She hated him for humiliating her, except a part of her didn't want him to leave and continue with his assault on her lips. I am going mad. That must be it. This was not the same as when her professor propositioned her. Chase didn't ask anything from her. Professor Maloney offered to pay for her tuition if she slept with him. She was shocked initially, no - horrified actually. And then it turned to indignation and anger. Is that what men would want from her? Her brain did not matter in the least, they only saw her pretty face and body. She thought Chase was different. He never once made an advance. Until Thursday night. B
The rest of the week flew by. Chase avoided Christine as much as possible. Christine spoke when spoken to, not daring to meet his penetrating gaze. She noticed some of the employees staring when she passed by, conversations suddenly silent.Let them talk. I have nothing to hide.Even Mason avoided the office. Which definitely was for the best. She hadn't seen him since he noticed Chase carrying her to the elevator. Just thinking about it had her face heat up. No, she must banish Chase from her mind. He humiliated her and treated his father like crap in front of her. It did not sit well with her at all. She adored her father, even though he put them through agony. It was unthinkable for her to treat a family member with so much contempt as she had seen. But she still felt sorry for him when Mr. Ward hit him. She could feel that slap in her deepest being. Then there was the thing with Mason. Maybe she should ask Mason about it, because she certainly wasn't going
Christine woke up with a dull, throbbing headache and a cotton mouth. Did she really drink so much last night? She couldn't remember exactly what happened last night. Everything is but a faded blur. She didn't want to get up, but needed the bathroom. Slowly she sat up. Where the hell am I? This isn't my bedroom. "Oh no, no,no!" Horrified Christine scuttled away from the person lying next to her. Her back touched the headboard. She clutched a pillow to her chest. Lying next to her, without a shirt on was - Chase fucking Ward. Christine wanted to die. What did they do? How on earth did she get here? He was fast asleep lying on his back. He still had his pants and shoes on. Okay, that's a good sign. Men don't usually wear pants and shoes when they have sex. She groaned, holding her head in both hands. The metal band playing in her brain was getting louder and she wished she could make it stop. Chase's stormy grey eyes stared back at her. She
The week sped by. Between court appearances and appointments Chase and Christine kept it professional between them. Mason kept his distance still. Chase buried himself in his work, trying not to think about the upcoming trip. I lied to her. I looked her straight in the face and I lied. There's no need for her to come with me, but I want her with me. Heaven help me, I am becoming a lunatic. His Dad was going to have a lot to say about him taking Christine with. Or not. He was currently too involved with the twins' latest fuck up. He couldn't help smiling. Couldn't have been better timing. I am just glad he didn't involve me like he usually does. Maybe he was still upset about their last altercation.The old man can still deliver a punch though. I thought my nose was broken.But Chase didn't feel the need to apologize. He still hasn't completely forgiven him for what he had done to their family. Especially to his mother. She
Christine checked her makeup in the mirror. She didn't want to make it look like she put in too much effort. But she wanted to look good. Satisfied she brushed her long blonde hair until it shone. Her blue off the shoulder dress matched her eyes. She wondered what Chase was doing. He seemed pretty upset she was going on a date with Mason. She scoffed at the sudden image of him following them in his red Ferrari. What a sight it would be. She remembered the beastly look on his face when he told whats-his-face to let her go outside the Clud Deja Vu. Like Charlie said, he was hot. Damn him. But Mason was just as attractive.Maybe she should sleep with Mason. Would it get Chase out of her head? Besides, he is unobtainable. Yeah, she should give it a go. It's not like Mason would be difficult to sway. He's been after her since day one. Her buzzer sounded and for a fleeting heart fluttering moment she thought it would be Chase."Hey, gorgeous, I'm waiting outsid
"Morrison! Hurry up for God's sake! Our flight's boarding.""Yes, just a minute, Mr. Ward!"Ugh! That insufferable man! God, I am shaking!Christine steadied herself against the basin. The Xanax she took before leaving the apartment doesn't seem to be adequate. The drive here was nerve wracking to say the least. Morning traffic in the city always made her anxiety hyper. She popped a Valium and dry swallowed it. If this didn't work, she won't be able to keep it together.A lady walking out of the toilet gave her an enquiring look. She pretended to fix her hair."If you're not out of that restroom in five seconds I am coming in! I'm sure you're pretty enough.""Oh, for goodness' sake." She quickly checked her face in the mirror. It was white as the wall. Her eyes were huge dark orbs staring back at her. Not that he would notice her anxiety. Of course not, the world revolved around Chase Ward. Walking out of the ladies' restroom
Alexander Ward collapsed boneless on the floor of his study. Erica heard the thump and came running."Alex. Oh goodness! Are you alright?" She rushed over to her husband. Her hands flew to his pallid face, turning him to look into his eyes.He stared at her, not registering. The only thought running through his mind; my son, my son. Erica shook him."I'm calling Dr. Frey. Can you talk to me?" Erica sat on her knees beside him on the parquet floor. She rubbed his cold hands between her own. "Honey?"Alexander caught her hands, pulling her to his chest. "The jet crashed somewhere in the Atlantic." he spoke just above a whisper.Erica frowned. "What?""They don't expect any survivors."Erica shoved him away from her. "What are you saying?" She shook her head, not believing what she heard."They think our son might be dead." His face crumpled. Alexander's body shook with racking sobs.Erica watched in shock as her husband fe