Page 62 of The Heart You Kept

“I’m sorry.” I give him a sad smile. “Can we just put the auction and Edward Prescott out of our minds and concentrate on each other, please?”

“I’d like that.” He smiles as he squeezes my hand in his.

The server comes back over. “Are you ready to order?”

“Sorry, yes.” I open my menu; I stare at the choices but the words are blurred.

He’s going to fuck you so deep and so hard that you won’t remember my name.

I feel overly heated as the image plays out in my mind.

Dear lord….

MONDAY MORNING.

My bicycle bounces as I mount the curb. “Morning, Franck.”

“Morning, Alora. Beautiful day.”

“It is.” I dismount and walk my bike around to the side of my shop and tie it up.

I’m a little late today, Pascal and I had wonderful makeup sex all night and everything is rosy again.

I push the heavy door open and the bell rings to announce my arrival.

“Hi, Jonty.” I smile.

“Bonjour, Alora.” He passes me a cup of coffee and widens his eyes. “The auction was successful?”

“It was.” I walk to my office and stop on the spot at the door.

Big blue eyes meet mine. “You’re late,” Edward growls.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ALORA

Wearing a charcoal suit and a crisp white shirt, he is sitting behind my desk.

In. My. Chair.

He runs his tongue over his teeth as if annoyed. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“And I don’t like you sitting in my chair,” I fire back.

Jonty scuttles to the front of the store, scared for his life.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper angrily.

“Waiting for my internship to begin.”

“There is no internship,” I spit as I look around. I discreetly close my office door. “You know damn well there isn’t.”

“Ha.” He leans back in my chair. “What the hell did I pay for, then?”

“You paid for the right to be a fucking idiot.”

He smirks and raises his chin. “What kind of employer curses at their intern?”