Sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy this and I want to give a big THANKS for
the people who asked about it.means a whole lot to me to know ppl enjoy
what I'm writing. Also if you have read the book by Helen Brooks are you
seeing how I am changing it around? Oh and one more thing this story is
also posted on http://pub49.ezboard.com/fteensofdaysofourlivesfrm13 for
those who don't know! -I disclaim-
! We pick up -Two Months Later-!
8:04 A.M
After his quick phone call he left his office and headed to Chloe's. Noticing the door slightly open he crept up to it and peered in. She sat comfortably in her chair typing away at her computer, softly humming to herself. He wasn't surprised to find her heels kicked off and her hair a little messy. He was actually quite pleased he had the chance to look at her unnoticed. He couldn't help but stare as his eyes roamed from her tight crimson suit jacket right down to her matching tight skirt. The skirt would ordinarily stop just above the knee but since she was sitting it hiked up to stop at middle thigh. 'Now who was trying to kill who?' he mused to himself.
She had worked for him for a little over 4 months now and to his disappointment he hadn't learned a single thing about her except maybe the way she liked her coffee or her love for BLT's. He knew that she had a daughter and a troubled past that had a lot to do with the loser she married. He had also noticed on several occasions her habit of singing to herself when no one was around, but strangely enough he was still intrigued.
12:05 PM
Chloe was in a frenzy. She flipped through the mounds of unorganized files that had somehow accumulated during the last couple hours. She huffed and balled up a piece of paper. She turned in her chair in one swift motion and with a flick of her wrist, shot it into the air. Following the balled up piece of paper in the air she watched as it landed right in the trash can.
"Nice shot" Brady commented.
She turned quickly in her chair, smoothing back her hair as she did. 'Oh god' She sighed and swiveled back around to face him. Another sigh escaped her lips as his long, lean form leaned in her doorway.
"May I help you" she asked a little unnerved that he saw her stupidly shoot baskets and also for making her blush.
"Oh now Ms. Lane, don't tell me you didn't check the schedule for today. I believe we have a lunch appointment in about.twenty minutes" he replied looking at his watch.
Chloe's eyes widened at his statement. "What?! Clarkson called in for another lunch appointment?" she questioned desperately.
His face was expressionless but his eyes couldn't fool her.
She took a calming breath and tried to understand the situation. She remember looking at the schedule, hell, she's the one who typed it up and laid it out. She looked up at his relaxed state and his laughing eyes. He was definitely up to something. She squinted her eyes at him and rose a questioning eyebrow as she tried to figure out what he was up to. He crossed his arms and stood straight as he started walking into her office. She actually leaned back in her chair as he approached her. "Damn" she whispered to herself, almost surprised at the way he affected her.
A giant gust of scents came her way and she almost closed her eyes as she took them all in. They were pure Brady, and oddly enough nothing and no one could smell as good as he did. His crystal blue eyes gleamed at her and they said something to her. What? she didn't know, but that were definitely saying something. She followed his eyes down as they skimmed over her appearance, right down to her skirt that had bunched up to mid thigh. The dark red of her suit skirt and the sheer color or her hose were definitely making a statement. She ran her hands down along the material slowly and smoothed it down easily. She looked at him as he watched her. She smiled and lifted her eyebrow. 'Hmm.I wonder if Mr. Black likes what he sees.'
"So.What were you saying before" Chloe asked silkily completely forgetting the conversation from less than 5 minutes ago.
His eyes met hers in an instant. "Lunch. With me"
'Whoa! Did she hear right? Lunch? With Brady Black?' She shook her head to try to understand correctly.
"Wha.excuse me?"
"You heard me, be ready in 5" his mouth broke out in a small grin before he turned and left.
'OK Chloe don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out'.as her inner voice tried to sooth she was just staring straight ahead in a state of shock. 'Chloe! Work with me here! Let's start simple and look in a mirror' with that thought Chloe immediately let out a small shrill as she bounced out of her chair in a frenzy to hunt for her purse. Finding the mirror in the bottom of the purse Chloe looked at the image before her. 'Ahhh!!'
"Oh I don't look that bad geez" and with that she grabbed the hair tie in her hair and pulled it out. Her hair fell gracefully in a huge mass around her shoulders. She parted it to the side and started to apply some lip gloss. She then stood up and started to search for her abandoned high heels. As she scanned the small room her eyes caught a small patch of red peaking through from under the desk. She huffed and bent down to retrieve them.
He sat at his desk staring straight ahead. He couldn't think of work with the his lunch date with Chloe only minutes away. What had made him ask her to lunch he had no idea. He leaned back and grabbed a pen off his desk as he tried to analyze the situation. There is nothing wrong with going to lunch with your secretary. People do it all the time. Even if she is completely gorgeous, smart as a tack and has an irreplaceable since of humor. His smile faltered as what was happening started to sink in. He leaned forward covering his face with his hands and let out a long groan. "Please don't tell me I'm losing my mind" and with that he got up grabbed his coat and headed for her office.
Striding confidently down the hall he finally reached her door. He knocked once and waited only to get nothing but silence in return.
Upon entering her office, he was greeted with an interesting sight. Chloe's round, and he bet firm ass was sticking most strikingly out from under her desk. It moved from side to side as she moved quickly from underneath it. His eyes just glazed over and his head sort of slid to the side as he found himself watching.
"I'm so sorry I was just getting my shoe' her muffled voice came from under the desk.
"Take your time" he answered idly.
'Oh god' Chloe found herself in yet another embarrassing position. It was like whenever she was around Brady her entire body and mind went to goo. She continued to yank on her blasted shoe that was oh so conveniently stuck in a little crack under the desk. "Damn.shoe come.out!" and with the last word it did just that, but of course it failed to give Chloe warning for she gracefully flew back and hit her head on the desk. "Sh*t!" was what he heard and it surprisingly brought him out of his little trance. "Are you OK?" he asked with a slight chuckle.
"Fine! Just prefect!" she faked with enthusiasm. She stood up a little wobbly only to find herself in close proximity with one Brady Black. "Well shall we go" she said a little breathlessly.
He raised his eyebrows and smirked "Indeed"
12:46 PM
The ride over went smoothly. He simply turned on come Cd's which were mostly classical. It didn't surprise her since she considered the source. It was a comfortable ride she decided. They walked up to what looked like a very expensive restaurant. Right when she entered she felt horribly out of place, but when she looked at how calm and easily he fit into the scene she was a little disappointed. After being seated Chloe looked over the menu in horror. Everything was so expensive, even though she was sure Brady could pay for it, it still unnerved her. Brady stared at the beauty in front of him. He leaned forward on his arms. "So Ms. Lane, tell me about your daughter" he asked casually.
'Interesting question' she thought and was very surprised he asked. She let out a small chuckle "Well her name is Natalie and she's almost 6." She said looking up at him a little shyly. "Natalie.that's pretty. Did you choose it?"
She sighed. "Well, My Husband, Philip, wasn't there for the delivery, do to his other activities. We hadn't discussed a name, and when it came time for delivery I decided on Natalie. She was a princess in an old story Emma used to read to me. "
"Emma?" he asked curiously. He was intrigued by her and the way she got this far-off look in her eyes, it just made him feel warm inside.
"Emma was the old maid who took care of me for a short while. Anyway, I think Natalie suits her perfectly. She's my little princess."
"I'm sure she is" he said with a smile. Chloe looked at the man across from her. The genuine smile and the actual interest he took in her, it made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time. She missed the feeling and now, to get it from the oddest source, she hoped it would turn out to be a good thing.
"If you don't mind me asking, when you said your husband was doing other things while you were having your child, did he do that regularly?"
'Oh no here we go' Chloe broke his gaze and watched as her fingers played with the frilly cloth on the table. "Philip was an alcoholic." She said stiffly.
"Did he hurt you? Physically?" he asked quickly.
Her eyes snapped to his. What he saw would move anyone to tears, but he was still Brady Black, and he knew how to keep his cool. Her large blue eyes showed, surprise, heartbreak, struggle, and desperation, but she didn't answer him. And so they sat there. Staring into one another's eyes for countless seconds, trying to understand one another from two possibly different worlds. Could they actually find some way to relate to each other's pain? He thought they could, if they tried.
Should she scream or faint? Her only two options open before she felt like she was being swallowed into a black hole. She didn't want to get into this. She didn't want to talk about him. Why did he have to be around her even after death? Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
"I'm sorry, but I really would rather not talk about my ex- husband."
She read his eyes and they seemed to understand what she was trying to say, but she knew he wasn't easily put off. "Well never the less, I suppose you don't have to deal with the likes of him anymore" he commented dryly.
"Yes, I suppose so" she said quietly.
"So." he drawled taking a sip of water. "How did it happen?"
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "The alcohol got him thrown out a window and supposedly it allowed him to walk in front of a car, but some would say it was his stupidity that allowed him to do that." She said giving a slight grin before taking a sip of water as well.
"I see" he said matching her grin with one of his own.
! We pick up -Two Months Later-!
8:04 A.M
After his quick phone call he left his office and headed to Chloe's. Noticing the door slightly open he crept up to it and peered in. She sat comfortably in her chair typing away at her computer, softly humming to herself. He wasn't surprised to find her heels kicked off and her hair a little messy. He was actually quite pleased he had the chance to look at her unnoticed. He couldn't help but stare as his eyes roamed from her tight crimson suit jacket right down to her matching tight skirt. The skirt would ordinarily stop just above the knee but since she was sitting it hiked up to stop at middle thigh. 'Now who was trying to kill who?' he mused to himself.
She had worked for him for a little over 4 months now and to his disappointment he hadn't learned a single thing about her except maybe the way she liked her coffee or her love for BLT's. He knew that she had a daughter and a troubled past that had a lot to do with the loser she married. He had also noticed on several occasions her habit of singing to herself when no one was around, but strangely enough he was still intrigued.
12:05 PM
Chloe was in a frenzy. She flipped through the mounds of unorganized files that had somehow accumulated during the last couple hours. She huffed and balled up a piece of paper. She turned in her chair in one swift motion and with a flick of her wrist, shot it into the air. Following the balled up piece of paper in the air she watched as it landed right in the trash can.
"Nice shot" Brady commented.
She turned quickly in her chair, smoothing back her hair as she did. 'Oh god' She sighed and swiveled back around to face him. Another sigh escaped her lips as his long, lean form leaned in her doorway.
"May I help you" she asked a little unnerved that he saw her stupidly shoot baskets and also for making her blush.
"Oh now Ms. Lane, don't tell me you didn't check the schedule for today. I believe we have a lunch appointment in about.twenty minutes" he replied looking at his watch.
Chloe's eyes widened at his statement. "What?! Clarkson called in for another lunch appointment?" she questioned desperately.
His face was expressionless but his eyes couldn't fool her.
She took a calming breath and tried to understand the situation. She remember looking at the schedule, hell, she's the one who typed it up and laid it out. She looked up at his relaxed state and his laughing eyes. He was definitely up to something. She squinted her eyes at him and rose a questioning eyebrow as she tried to figure out what he was up to. He crossed his arms and stood straight as he started walking into her office. She actually leaned back in her chair as he approached her. "Damn" she whispered to herself, almost surprised at the way he affected her.
A giant gust of scents came her way and she almost closed her eyes as she took them all in. They were pure Brady, and oddly enough nothing and no one could smell as good as he did. His crystal blue eyes gleamed at her and they said something to her. What? she didn't know, but that were definitely saying something. She followed his eyes down as they skimmed over her appearance, right down to her skirt that had bunched up to mid thigh. The dark red of her suit skirt and the sheer color or her hose were definitely making a statement. She ran her hands down along the material slowly and smoothed it down easily. She looked at him as he watched her. She smiled and lifted her eyebrow. 'Hmm.I wonder if Mr. Black likes what he sees.'
"So.What were you saying before" Chloe asked silkily completely forgetting the conversation from less than 5 minutes ago.
His eyes met hers in an instant. "Lunch. With me"
'Whoa! Did she hear right? Lunch? With Brady Black?' She shook her head to try to understand correctly.
"Wha.excuse me?"
"You heard me, be ready in 5" his mouth broke out in a small grin before he turned and left.
'OK Chloe don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out'.as her inner voice tried to sooth she was just staring straight ahead in a state of shock. 'Chloe! Work with me here! Let's start simple and look in a mirror' with that thought Chloe immediately let out a small shrill as she bounced out of her chair in a frenzy to hunt for her purse. Finding the mirror in the bottom of the purse Chloe looked at the image before her. 'Ahhh!!'
"Oh I don't look that bad geez" and with that she grabbed the hair tie in her hair and pulled it out. Her hair fell gracefully in a huge mass around her shoulders. She parted it to the side and started to apply some lip gloss. She then stood up and started to search for her abandoned high heels. As she scanned the small room her eyes caught a small patch of red peaking through from under the desk. She huffed and bent down to retrieve them.
He sat at his desk staring straight ahead. He couldn't think of work with the his lunch date with Chloe only minutes away. What had made him ask her to lunch he had no idea. He leaned back and grabbed a pen off his desk as he tried to analyze the situation. There is nothing wrong with going to lunch with your secretary. People do it all the time. Even if she is completely gorgeous, smart as a tack and has an irreplaceable since of humor. His smile faltered as what was happening started to sink in. He leaned forward covering his face with his hands and let out a long groan. "Please don't tell me I'm losing my mind" and with that he got up grabbed his coat and headed for her office.
Striding confidently down the hall he finally reached her door. He knocked once and waited only to get nothing but silence in return.
Upon entering her office, he was greeted with an interesting sight. Chloe's round, and he bet firm ass was sticking most strikingly out from under her desk. It moved from side to side as she moved quickly from underneath it. His eyes just glazed over and his head sort of slid to the side as he found himself watching.
"I'm so sorry I was just getting my shoe' her muffled voice came from under the desk.
"Take your time" he answered idly.
'Oh god' Chloe found herself in yet another embarrassing position. It was like whenever she was around Brady her entire body and mind went to goo. She continued to yank on her blasted shoe that was oh so conveniently stuck in a little crack under the desk. "Damn.shoe come.out!" and with the last word it did just that, but of course it failed to give Chloe warning for she gracefully flew back and hit her head on the desk. "Sh*t!" was what he heard and it surprisingly brought him out of his little trance. "Are you OK?" he asked with a slight chuckle.
"Fine! Just prefect!" she faked with enthusiasm. She stood up a little wobbly only to find herself in close proximity with one Brady Black. "Well shall we go" she said a little breathlessly.
He raised his eyebrows and smirked "Indeed"
12:46 PM
The ride over went smoothly. He simply turned on come Cd's which were mostly classical. It didn't surprise her since she considered the source. It was a comfortable ride she decided. They walked up to what looked like a very expensive restaurant. Right when she entered she felt horribly out of place, but when she looked at how calm and easily he fit into the scene she was a little disappointed. After being seated Chloe looked over the menu in horror. Everything was so expensive, even though she was sure Brady could pay for it, it still unnerved her. Brady stared at the beauty in front of him. He leaned forward on his arms. "So Ms. Lane, tell me about your daughter" he asked casually.
'Interesting question' she thought and was very surprised he asked. She let out a small chuckle "Well her name is Natalie and she's almost 6." She said looking up at him a little shyly. "Natalie.that's pretty. Did you choose it?"
She sighed. "Well, My Husband, Philip, wasn't there for the delivery, do to his other activities. We hadn't discussed a name, and when it came time for delivery I decided on Natalie. She was a princess in an old story Emma used to read to me. "
"Emma?" he asked curiously. He was intrigued by her and the way she got this far-off look in her eyes, it just made him feel warm inside.
"Emma was the old maid who took care of me for a short while. Anyway, I think Natalie suits her perfectly. She's my little princess."
"I'm sure she is" he said with a smile. Chloe looked at the man across from her. The genuine smile and the actual interest he took in her, it made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time. She missed the feeling and now, to get it from the oddest source, she hoped it would turn out to be a good thing.
"If you don't mind me asking, when you said your husband was doing other things while you were having your child, did he do that regularly?"
'Oh no here we go' Chloe broke his gaze and watched as her fingers played with the frilly cloth on the table. "Philip was an alcoholic." She said stiffly.
"Did he hurt you? Physically?" he asked quickly.
Her eyes snapped to his. What he saw would move anyone to tears, but he was still Brady Black, and he knew how to keep his cool. Her large blue eyes showed, surprise, heartbreak, struggle, and desperation, but she didn't answer him. And so they sat there. Staring into one another's eyes for countless seconds, trying to understand one another from two possibly different worlds. Could they actually find some way to relate to each other's pain? He thought they could, if they tried.
Should she scream or faint? Her only two options open before she felt like she was being swallowed into a black hole. She didn't want to get into this. She didn't want to talk about him. Why did he have to be around her even after death? Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
"I'm sorry, but I really would rather not talk about my ex- husband."
She read his eyes and they seemed to understand what she was trying to say, but she knew he wasn't easily put off. "Well never the less, I suppose you don't have to deal with the likes of him anymore" he commented dryly.
"Yes, I suppose so" she said quietly.
"So." he drawled taking a sip of water. "How did it happen?"
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "The alcohol got him thrown out a window and supposedly it allowed him to walk in front of a car, but some would say it was his stupidity that allowed him to do that." She said giving a slight grin before taking a sip of water as well.
"I see" he said matching her grin with one of his own.