Chapter 7
"I'm so sorry..." whispered Sarah, leaning against Pete on the sofa in her private room.
"What do you feel sorry for?" he stroked her arm lovingly, "You did nothing wrong."
"Yes, I did. When we first met on that party I was so rude with you. It was not intentional, I've just had enough of men, because you were the third that afternoon, who tried to pick me up."
"Really?" he grinned, "This only proves that you are too pretty... But then why did you come out with me to the garden?"
"Because there was something in you. I can't really word it... it was just a feeling. A familiar good feeling... your smile or that confidence, I don't know. I just felt that you are interesting."
"That was the point," he winked.
"No. I mean..."
"Relax, I know how you mean it." he stroked her arm. "So it was love at first sight."
She slapped him playfully. "Maybe for you..."
"Yes, for me it was definitely love at first sight... You swept me off my feet." He leant closer and kissed her lovingly. "Oh damn it."
"What is it?"
He touched his earpiece. "Your husband is still looking for you..."
"He will not give it up... Right, I'll show myself then."
He put on his jacket... "Wait, I'll come with you."
"It's absolutely not necessary Pete. He won't hurt me, but if you insist..." she found him so sweet.
A few moments later they were already on the main corridor, heading to the President's office, when they bumped into him...
"Where the hell were you? I've looked for you everywhere."
"I've just pulled myself together a bit after you humiliated me in front of your staff."
"Sarah. This may not be the time and place."
"Really, it did not bother you when you were shouting with me in front of everybody."
"I'm just a bit tense these days."
"These days?!" She just laughed up, "You are tense for years now..."
"Because my job is not just going to tea parties like yours."
"Really?! Then who organized your career and those parties from the background in the last few years? Me! That was all me! And when you reached what you wanted I'm just a stupid blonde again, right?"
"You are really unbearable sometimes..." hissed the President.
"Then I'll make it easier for you... I'm going to the beach house for the weekend."
"Are you kidding with me? You perfectly know that the party will be on Saturday and you are the hostess."
"I don't care. You are Mr. Perfect, then solve it..." she cried and left him on the middle of the corridor...
To be continued...
