Chapter 21 Bronson
She reread the same line on the email for the fifth consecutive time in a row, then place the phone down, irritated with the fact that I cannot for the life of me, concentrate.
Nicole.
The only thing that has been on my mind all day, has been Nicole. I woke, immediately feeling relief that she had indeed taken my opportunity in the wee hours of this morning. Only to have that feeling vanish when I went and checked on her, opening the door and peering down, watching as she slept.
Her blonde hair was fanned over the pillow in an angelic way, her eyes fluttered as if she were fighting her safety even in her deepest slumber, and her thigh, somehow escaping the comforter of the bed at some point, was smooth and creamy. I had to step back, slamming the door with a loud thrust, grateful when she didn’t stir moments later.
Nicole Myers was quickly becoming something I wasn’t sure I could stay away from. A drug, a symptom of a cold I didn’t want to get rid of. I had only met the woman a few days ago, when she tried, along with her friends, to rob everyone inside that building including me, and yet, here I was, obsessing over her.
“Mr. Fortworth.” My buzzer sounded and I huffed out a breath that I suddenly desperately needed.
Focus Fortworth.
Bethany’s voice chimes in again as I slam on the button that allows my door to be open. She comes inside, a box in one hand and a small laced bag in the other. Her hair is in some fancy bun and her eyes are shining with mischief. “Mr. Fortworth, I have a few deliveries for you sir.”
“Thank you, Bethany, please set them down on my desk.” I state, then open my laptop, hopping to get more work done with it than with my mobile. I look up and notice Bethany standing there, her hands are behind her back and her legs bounce up and down.
Not this again.
“Is there anything else you needed Bethany?”
“Well, now that you’ve asked….” I roll my eyes when she begins twiddling her thumbs. Apparently, no work will be getting done today. “As you know, my fiancé is in the army and we recently found out that he will be deployed soon.”
She’s wrong, I didn’t know that. Although I’m sure she has told me, I tend to blur out anything unrelated to work. Bethany is the kind of assistant that has the need to tell her life story to anyone she assumes is listening. I’m sure she has spoken about her fiancé, her wedding, even her parents at some point to me, I just can’t remember any of it. Sensing where this conversation is headed, I hold up my palm and stop the poor girl before she begins stuttering.
“Bethany, if it’s time off you’re asking for, you have to know it cannot happen.”
“But I–" irritation slowly makes its way through my veins.
“I leave tomorrow and that means the office will you more than ever.”
“Sir, if we don’t marry before he leaves then I won’t be able to visit him as often as I can. It also means I won’t be able to live on base with him in case he is there for a long period of time.” She looks pathetically sad, some part of her story tears at my heart, but I cannot allow emotions to rule over my better judgement.
“Then you shouldn’t have agreed to marry someone in our military.” I state bluntly. I can hear her frustrated gasp from my desk causing me to not only roll my eyes but stand and walk around my desk. Leaning against it, I cross my arms and my legs making sure her attention is fully on me. “Bethany, you have been with me for some time, and I respect you as a person and my assistant, but if you aren’t sure that this is where you can see yourself in the next five years, then perhaps you should seek work elsewhere.”
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