Chapter Ten

"This is going to be harder then I thought," she said as she closed the door of her office, while he took a seat on her couch.

"You tell me? Have you looked into the mirror today?" he asked, his eyes obviously resting on her skirt, which made her realize she was wearing a similar skirt she had only a few days before when they had been unable to control themselves on the other side of that glass door.

The memory made her look at the desk that was already in order again, with her assistant sitting on the chair behind it. She had to forcefully tear herself away from those thoughts, so she walked up to her table and sat down in her chair. She also tried her best to forget that he might have been watching her every move.

"You cannot always blame it on me, I've dressed like this my whole life and you never seemed to have a problem with it."

"Don't think I never noticed. I have to admit that sometimes I thought of you as a sister, just to avoid getting excited about your looks."

"As long as you don't say mother," she presented him with a smile, because she really appreciated this choice of word.

"I haven't fallen on my head," he reassured her once more and his smile almost made her forget what she had wanted to tell him. For a moment she was actually thankful for the distance between her desk and the couch, between him and her.

"But you really can't blame this on the length of my skirt," she picked up their previous topic after a short pause when she was finally able to regain control over her own thoughts.

"Sure I can, that brought us into this trouble on the first place," he stated playfully and his tone made her smile.

"So now I'm trouble? I think you've just lost your pillow for the night," she threatened him in a teasing manner and he seemed to like it.

"I can always use your pillow," he suggested, leaving no doubt that he was confident.

"If I let you into my bed at all," she replied and pretended not to pay attention to his words anymore, looking at the paper in front of her.

"Sure you will, Weren't you the one ordering me here just because you couldn't survive a meeting with me on your side?"

It was actually scary how he managed to read her mind and she decided to at least try and clear herself in this matter.

"I ordered you here because you were late from the meeting and I just wanted to tell you not to do that again," she said facing him, trying to sound serious, "You can go now."

"You are throwing me out?" he tried to sound outraged and she had to admit to herself that this conversation was just too much fun.

"Yes," she nodded and lowered her gaze to the piece of paper on her desk.

"But don't expect me to beg to be let in again."

"I won't," she replied with a half smile on her lips, which she tried to hide from him.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"See you on the backyard in an hour?" she lifted her gaze again and he was standing in the doorway facing her with a little smile in the corner of his lips.

She took a few seconds to consider his offer before she replied.

"I'll be there."

o-o-o

"Where are you going, Mr. Gardner?" she asked as she stepped next to him in front of the elevators.

"I have a secret meeting on the backyard" he whispered, leaning closer to her in the middle of the sentence and she made a mental note to tell him that he really should stop doing it in the future.

"During the workday? How unprofessional of you!"

"If you say so," he smiled then moved to her ear again, "You are free to punish me in any way you see fit."

"I will think of something," she replied with a smile as she stepped inside the elevator before him.