"See you all later." Jade finally replied, walking sluggishly to the door and placing her card on it. The doors opened, and as the females walked in after her carrying her bags and asking where they would put them, she muttered 'anywhere' and slumped in bed, shutting her eyes just as soon as she removed her bra and the sweater. She let out a deep sigh of relief lying in the short lacy undergarment that gave her comfort. Minutes later, she heard the doors open a crack. Uhh, she groaned, not yet ready to smile at any butler. If only she had strength to stand up and close the doors, and if only the staff who had arranged her luggage hadn't left it open a crack."You're asleep already?" Her eyes opened. What was Ricky freaking Mears doing in her room when she was as tired as could be?"Mr. Mears?" She muttered tiredly, struggling to sit up and keep her eyes open. Awkward situation 500 level? Could someone ju

"Well I am. I acted in an opera when I was a child. Let's get back before they think we've run away."She laughed harder, so hard she felt moisture in her eyes. "You acted in an opera? I can't imagine. Well I would gladly run away with that suite they gave me, especially in the bathtub." She was seeing a side of Ricky she had never envisioned, the side that she could just sit all day and listen to. He shut out an imagination of her in a bathtub and walked on, slowing down because he needed to hear her musical laughter again. "It wasn't my choice. It was either that or join my grandmother and sister to purchase girly things while they tied me up and experimented them on me. It was horrible, the memory embarrasses me"That was when control left her, she held his shoulder for support and bent down laughing, throwing her purse in the process. He picked it up and dusted it for her, feeling smiles creep to his lips also. 

  "That is all about the review sent by the internal audit department. The personnel department is yet to send theirs." Annabelle tapped the screen of her i-pad, closing the page she had been reading from to her boss.   "Alright. Have you been in touch with the managing director? He should have sent the report on yesterday's meeting with the interns in the communications department." They were both seated across each other, with Jade sitting on the bed with her hair swept to the left side of her neck, and her assistant perched at the edge of the seat she had pulled from the front of the dressing table.  "Not yet. I am still expecting his mail." Annabelle rubbed the back of her neck as she replied, blinking continuously. She had spent most part of the night gossiping with Ginger, had only slept in the early hours of the morning, and now, the sleep she had deprived herself of was beginning to catch up with her.B

He did think he had gone malady consumed by thoughts of J.K. Raymonds, thank goodness she hadn't heard him and had her headset back to her ears.   Ricky bent backwards, lifting the weight he had selected. He noticed some females stare at him with admiration in their eyes, obviously ogling his naked muscles. His biceps seemed to increase as he lifted each round. He didn't know what led him to do it, but he glanced at Jade, and noticed she had her eyes on him. He was sure, and didn't even want to think that perhaps he had been imagining the raw lust in her eyes. She realised she had been caught, and removed her eyes, increasing the speed.  An hour later, just as he was wondering when she would get off that damn machine that had men stopping to talk to her while he pretended he couldn't see them and gritted his teeth in anger, she got off the machine, and sat to regain her balance. He was impressed at the endurance she had shown she ha

Breakfast table was unusually bubbling with laughter and warmth, the kind of warming atmosphere that made one remember family.Thinking of families, Ricky remembered what he had told Jade about his sister Julia and grandmother bullying him playfully when he was still a child, and for the umpteenth time wondered what had compelled him to reveal such embarrassing personal information to her, and how his life had changed in the past month buried deep in the thought of one woman who had a knack for making him experience shivering warm sensations that left him panting for more.He looked around him, at the navy blue decorated table for four with a touch of flowers, the green grasses full of life that surrounded them, the tall skyscrapers he remembered from his earlier visit to Dubai that were built in honour of the founder of the resort, and the beautiful paintings of men dressed in Arabian traditional outfits of long kaftans and scarfs that covered most