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Chapter Twelve
The uneventful days past and it was the day of the magazine launch. At least, a hundred people graced the occasion including Theresa who couldn’t have been happier that rest finally came after all the workload she had bestowed on herself. No thanks to her lunch buddy, Paul. She strolled into the hall in her black laced denim dress and her favourite cover heel. Her make-up was light and her hair was styled into a high sleek ponytail which allowed the length of it drop down her back. ‘Wow’ was the first word that popped into Sam’s head when he sighted her from the platform where he stood. He’d noticed how attractive she was from the first day he saw her staring unabashedly at him in Robert’s office and smiling sheepishly. How she always dressed smart to work everyday. And how she never made an effort to look good. Today she did, and damn, she was definitely a standout from all the other ladies he had seen. He had lost himself staring at
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For each step he took, her heart raced a little faster as she was almost certain he’d follow her. After somehow turning her perfectly shaped butt and glancing over her shoulders to wink at him, she knew she’d just given an unofficial invitation to the devil himself. As speculated, he came upon the door to her office and gently pushed it open, revealing the devilish smirk he had on. Oh my! She gulped as a surge of hunger electrified her body, increasing her pulse rate. He was looking especially exhilarating and ravishing in his black dress shirt which hugged his body tightly, revealing his well toned muscular body. His tousled black, black hair came down his forehead complimenting his hazel coloured eyes which was filled with only lust and desire. Her back was pressed against the desk and he stalked towards hers that smirk still plastered on his face. “Do you know what you just did?” he stopped when she was just an inch away, h
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Robert stormed into the agency, making his way to Theresa’s office in quick purposeful steps. Her head immediately snapped sideways when he burst into her office with a scowl on his face and she wondered what had put him in an upsetting mood early this morning. “Good morning Mr. Johnson,” she greeted, getting up from the seat. He didn’t answer and just threw the file he had in hand to her desk and she picked it up to read. It was the contract concerning his biography. And from the look of things, quite a number of changes had been made. “Oh no–“ she had begun to protest when Robert cut her off. “Margaret told me you were burgled.” She was about to open her mouth and speak but Sam’s frenzy cut her. “Burgled?” he exclaimed in shock. He was just outside her office when he heard Robert say. “When?” “Last night. Apparently, she told Margaret to keep shut about it,” Robert answered, shaking his head.
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