Hey all.

I'm really sorry I didn't update after the 5 reviews but I went show shopping and didn't get back till late, then I went to see Breaking Dawn straight after work and had a meal. Tomorrow I'm getting my eyelashes done and travelling down to a hotel for a party in the evening and staying over. So chances are I won't be able to update until Sunday, possibly even Tuesday. Which I feel really bad about because you're all so faithful to this story.

So I'll make you a deal.

I'll write a chapter now, making it as long as possible until I physically can't keep my eyes open to write anymore and it's going to be hard cause I have Breaking Dawn Part 1 going around and around in my mind, MUST SEE IT AGAIN!

Anyway enjoy.

Chapter Nine

At The Office

The following day after Mark had left for work and she had taken Harry to school, Hanna sat in her office attempting to carry on designing a dress for a movie premiere that was coming up, it was for the main actress though right now the name escaped her. She'd seen her in a few movies herself, pale girl with beautiful brunette hair and green eyes, dating the fit guy with the sticky up hair, regardless Hanna could not concentrate on creating the perfect dress.

She through her sketching pencil across the study in frustration, every time she tried to picture the actresses captivating green eyes they were over shadowed by a dark pair of eyes which made her feel weak at the knees.

Hanna sighed and thought,

'If this were a movie I'd be having a flashback right about now.' She shook her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the memory that was pushing itself to the front of her mind.

*Flashback*

"Can I help you?" Bridget asked, she was Caleb's co-worker and knew everything Hanna didn't about computers and gadgets, plus she was attractive. Tall, blonde haired, blue eyed and had killer legs, and as if that wasn't enough she was also up to date with all the latest fashions which annoyed Hanna the most.

"It's okay I'm just looking for Caleb," Hanna told her as she balanced Harry on her hip, she'd had to leave his pram down in the lobby as the lift was broken, so she was a total mess having lugged Harry, his nappy bag and her handbag, as well as herself up 8 flights of stairs. Her hair was swept back in a messy pony tail so as to stay out of her way as she struggled up the stairs, she was breathless and had to jiggle a little whenever she stood still in order to keep Harry from becoming fussy.

"Oh I can get him for you," Bridget replied,

"Who stall I say is waiting to see him?" She asked. Hanna tried not to let this bother her, she was sure Bridget knew very well who she was,

"Hanna," she replied anyway, then corrected herself,

"His wife."

Bridget faked a smile,

"Oh Hanna… of course. You look," she paused, surveying her up and down,
"Nice," she managed. Hanna wasn't in the mood for pleasantries,

"Thanks," she replied, Bridget smoothed down her hair on one side as though expecting Hanna to compliment her also, she didn't, which clearly bothered Bridget.

"I'll just get him for you," she said turning on her heel and heading in the direction of Caleb's office, but Hanna followed, she knew very well where his office was.

Ahead of her Bridget walked through the door to Caleb's office, Hanna reached the door just after her. Caleb was sat on his desk making a phone call and Bridget had planted herself on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, her skirt riding far up her thighs giving Caleb an eyeful of her cleavage too. Hanna stood in the doorway where Caleb had his back to her, Bridget hadn't noticed her either as she was too busy attempting to make Caleb notice her.

"Everything okay?" Bridget asked Caleb as he hung up the phone, Caleb shook his head,

"Not really, apparently the paper work for Mr Rogers has gone missing before it's reached upstairs," Caleb told her searching his desk for Hanna presumed Mr Rogers paper work,

"Oh, what will you do?" Bridget asked, leaning forward a little more, Caleb looked up,
"I'll have to have it all redone, documents signed, everything," he told her. Hanna wished she could see his face, was he looking at Bridget's face? Or her chest?

"Well I'm staying late tonight too," Bridget told him,

'Oh she was, was she?' Hanna thought to herself, 'No prizes for guessing where Mr Rogers's original paper work is.'

"I could help you, if you like," Bridget said biting on her lower lip seductively.

Hanna had had enough of this,
"Ah here you are," she spoke walking into the room with Harry nestling his head into Hanna's neck. Bridget moved herself off the edge of the table,

"Oh yes, Hanna's here," she told Caleb now.

'Yes,' Hanna thought, 'His wife.'

Caleb turned to face Hanna and stood up sliding his hand around her waist and kissing her,

'Guilty conscience?' Hanna wondered. Bridget manoeuvred herself around them to exit the office,

"I'm going to lunch," she said,

"Do you want anything?" She asked Caleb.

Caleb shook her head as he tickled Harry under his chin,
"No thanks," he replied not even looking up at her.

Hanna watched as Bridget flicked her hair over her shoulder,

'Take that bitch,' Hanna thought.

Caleb took hold of Harry,

"Hey little man," he greeted him holding him on his hip,

"Bridget's very pretty," Hanna said closing his office door,

"Is she?" Caleb replied as he tickled Harry under the chin again,

"Haven't you noticed?" Hanna asked smiling as Harry giggled and tried to push Caleb's hand away from his chin,

"No," Caleb told her, but he didn't look at her, if he'd have looked at her his eyes would have given him away, and he knew it.

*End Flashback*

Hanna bit on her bottom lip, she'd had an idea.

A naughty idea.

One with consequences.

But Hanna was in love with her naughty little idea,

'Screw the consequences,' she thought,

'I'll worry about them later.'

Now I should stop here and make you wonder about Hanna's naughty little idea and usually I would, but as an apology I'm going to keep this chapter going just a little longer.

Caleb was sat in his office going through a number of proposals and he had just this afternoon to choose his favourite to have it presented to the board of control. He only had to host the board meeting twice a year but he hated it. Caleb placed another proposal into the maybe pile as his intercom buzzed.

Caleb sighed as he pressed down on it to answer the call from his secretary,
"Yes Sibyl?" Caleb asked.

Sibyl was a 63 year old petite woman, with mousy brown hair curled up into a bun and a pair of thick black rimmed glasses. She had been a telephonist her whole life and had gradually worked her way to the higher paid job of personal secretary to Mr Caleb Rivers, and she respected him greatly. She bought him a cup of tea or coffee every other hour and even treated him with tea and biscuits. He reminded her of her son who had died in a motorcycle accident at just 21 years old, which was why she treated him as her sort of unofficial son.

"Miss Marin," Sibyl greeted Hanna when she entered the office that afternoon, Hanna was a little taken back,

"Yes," she replied, "How did you…" she added but didn't get to finish,

"Sorry, where are my manners. I'm Sibyl, Mr. Rivers's secretary," she introduced herself leaning across the counter to shake Hanna's hand,

"Both Caleb and Harry have told me so much about you, and you're so much prettier than the photograph," she told her,

"Photograph?" Hanna asked,

"The one that Mr. Rivers keeps on his desk," she told her. Hanna nodded, wondering which photo he still kept.

"Would you like me to let him know you're here?" She added.

"Yes Sibyl?" Caleb asked over the intercom,

"Miss Marin is here," Sibyl told him,

"She says she needs to talk to you about Harry," she added. Caleb nodded,

"Of course, send her in," he told her,

"Thank you," he added.

He couldn't help but wonder if she really had come to talk about Harry.

Caleb looked up to see Hanna closing the door behind her and leaning back against it, dressed in a long brown trench coat which occurred to him as strange in mid June. But then Hanna removed a dainty pair of black glasses and placed them on the end of her nose, next she removed the trench coat to reveal a short black mini skirt and tight white blouse which clung to her breasts,

"Sorry to interrupt you Mr. Rivers," she said,

Caleb smirked,

"That's quite alright Miss Marin," he replied,

"It's just that I have a new assignment for you from the board," she added,

"Oh really?" Caleb asked standing up and walking around his desk to her,

"They thought you might like to take care of it personally," she told him. Caleb chuckled and nodded,
"And what would this assignment be?" He asked,

"They're thinking of creating a new sex toy, but they need to do a little extra research on the female body," she explained,

Caleb grinned,

"And do we have any volunteers for this research," he teased,

Hanna smiled,

"Why yes, that would be me."

Okay the rest will be in the next chapter on (hopefully) Sunday. I'm going to write the next chapter in my notebook over the weekend and then get it typed up.

So I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

If you read it please review it, I need to know if you think this was in character or not because I want to make the changes before I write more of the naughty Haleb scenes.

Thanks.