Ruth woke to sound of Harry swearing.
"Harry? What's wrong?" He turned and gave her a weak smile. Sitting up, she held the sheet. "You regret last night…"
"Oh God, no!" He came and sat beside her. "Last night… last night was amazing. I stubbed my toe that's all." She giggled a little. "It's not funny. I do have to go though, I'm sorry."
"It's ok. Will ever see you again?"
Leaning down, he kissed her nose. "I guarantee it." He moved off of the bed in search of his other sock.
"You don't know anything about me." She rolled onto her side and propped her head up on her hand. "I don't know you."
Fastening his belt, he turned back to face her. "I know that your name is Ruth, that you like the back of your neck sucking, and that you snore."
Picking up a pillow, she threw it at him. "I do not snore."
Laughing, he threw the pillow back. "Yes you do…I know I want to see you again." Buttoning up his shirt, he walked over to her and kissed her. "I also know I'm going to be late." Putting his shoes back on and picking up his jacket, he kissed her again. "Goodbye Ruth."
"Goodbye." She fell back against her pillow and sighed, knowing she was unlikely to ever see him again.
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Harry sat in the interview room tapping his pen. He hated these things and it didn't help that today his mind was full of a certain brunette and images of her lying naked under him. Sighing, he looked up as the door opened and the next candidate walked in. His jaw dropped open when she walked through the door, her hair was tied up and she was wearing a long skirt. Just like she had said last night.
"Ruth.." realising everyone was looking at him he cleared his throat and looked down at the interview sheet. "Ruth Evershead. Yes?"
She stared at him open-mouthed. Seeing him offer his hand, she shook her head. "Yes. Sorry."
"Harry." He gave a small smile. "Harry Pearce. Take a seat Ruth." She sat opposite him and crossed her legs, silently thanking whatever force had brought them both here today.
He watched her answer everyone's questions, smiling at the way her hands moved as talked, how she licked her lip every sixth word. Catching her eye, he saw her blush a little and her hand go to her neck exactly where he knew he had left a mark the night before. Looking along the interview panel, he saw them all smiling and knew it wouldn't take much to convince them that his beautiful stranger was the best person for the job.
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