This is a short one. Just Kate's thoughts on the night before.
As usual, I do not own anything.
That's not even possible. He'd found her. How? She did all of that because she knew, without a doubt, they'd never see each other again. She was trying not to blush all throughout the meeting. It failed. His attention was on the Captain and the Mayor. So she tried to do the same thing. He glanced at her. Oh! Her face felt a bit warm. Great, now she was blushing. Why? Because her favourite author was sitting right next to her no doubt remembering how close they were just a few hours previously. She grasped the basics of the case, she was going to be a glorified babysitter, that much was clear, but her mind was on the events of the night before.
When she'd felt him approach, she thought he was just another ass trying to cop a feel, but when she saw him sit down, she had to double take. She thought he was going to give evidence for his playboy persona, but he was silent. It intrigued her. Maybe that was his move. His tricks wouldn't work on her. No way. She remained silent and oblivious to his company. She wouldn't be the first to break.
When he spoke to her, her heart began to beat faster and out of rhythm. When he started analysing her, and getting his analysis spot on, she wasn't sure if she wanted to jump him or punch him. She wasn't quite sure which urge was greater.
Good thing it was dark otherwise he would be able to see the furious blush blossoming up her neck and spreading to her cheeks.
She was never going to see him again and she certainly wasn't going to become one of his conquests. So she was gonna flirt to leave an impression. She was sure that he knew how ta take care of her 'impression.' She knew she was going to.
She did it. She turned to walk away and she knew he was staring at her ass. She added more swing to her hips to torment him even more.
As soon as she got home, she bee lined for the bathroom, placing candles everywhere whilst running a hot bath. Once all the candles were lit and the salts were in the bath. She grabbed one of his books from her room and slipped into the bath. She opened the book and went straight to the sex scene. She was playing his conquest in imagination only. It was only fantasy.
Back in the present, the Mayor and Captain had left the room, leaving both of them alone, together, in daylight. She knew that he saw her blushing. She was just hoping it wasn't apparent.
She didn't dare move, she just kept her gaze on the window, looking at what the boys were doing, praying that the Captain would come back in the room soon.
She felt him twist in his chair to face her. Why did he have to sit next to her? Why did he have to smell so good? Why did she want to jump him and do unspeakable things to him right now, regardless of the fact that they're in her workplace, and she needs to maintain a high standard, because she's worked too damn hard to get where she is, and she won't let this man be the undoing of all of that.
She felt his hot breath ghost over her ear and cheek. She stopped breathing. What was he going to do?
When she heard her words being thrown back at her, it took her a second to regain herself before turning around to face him and yell at him.
Before she could open her moth, she took in his appearance, he'd swapped his dress shirt and Armani suit for a well-fitted jumped and jeans that complimented him.
She opened her mouth, but the Captain walked in.
Lucky bastard!