She glared at him, willing him to notice her. Shifting position, she edged closer, nudging his arm as he scooped up the pile of meeting minutes stacked precariously on the edge of his desk. She gasped when he wavered and struggled to stop his load from toppling.Looking up, he frowned at her.”Sorry,” she said, fluttering her lashes.She smiled, anxiously hoping he’d smile back.He didn’t. Hugging the folders to his chest, he pushed in his chair with a flick of his hip.”Do you want something?””Yes, I’d…” She cleared her throat. “I’d like your opinion on something.””Oh?””It’s about this.” Bending, she pointed to the hem of her pencil skirt. “I spilled some coffee here, see?” She pinched the offending portion of material and pulled it upward, exposing a slither of patterned lace stocking top. “Does it look bad?”She bent a little lower, angling her cleavage toward him. Come on, look at me. He did. Briefly.”Looks fine to me,” he muttered. “Is that all?”When she nodded, he repositioned his load and turned away.Pouting, she watched him head for the door. Looks fine? That was hardly the reaction she’d wanted and his swift exit was downright rude. In expensive high heels, figure-hugging skirt and low-cut, semi-transparent blouse, her attire screamed ‘I’m available and willing’ as loudly as her actions.She twisted her fingers irritably while gazing longingly at his arse, wiggling delightfully inside tight trousers. Oh, to grab those buttocks and squeeze them… She clenched her fists and sighed. His disinterest was infuriating. No matter what she wore or how much time she spent on her appearance, he didn’t notice her gym-honed hourglass curves, her baby doll eyes, or come-to-bed smile.But I like a challenge, she reminded herself, and I’m not giving up yet. She ran her hands through her sleek beylikdüzü escort black hair and shook it out. Other men find me attractive, so he might, eventually. She watched the door click shut behind him, then smoothed her skirt, covering her stocking tops. If I could break the ice, charm him…Huffing, she straightened the pens scattered on his desk then trailed her fingertips across the jacket hanging on his chair back. She breathed in the lingering scent on the fabric. Umm… he smelled as good as he looked.Bosses traditionally fuck their secretaries, don’t they? They did in this building. They were all at it, if office gossip was to be believed, and the noises she’d heard from inside locked offices backed up the theory. The cliché, however, wasn’t working for her.”Typical,” she muttered, plucking a stray hair off the jacket’s collar. “Horny men all over the building and I want the only one who isn’t. Either that, or he’s a tease.”A sudden commotion out in the corridor caught her attention: a loud bang, thuds, angry curses. Trotting to the door, she stuck her head out to see. Oh dear… Reluctant Romeo was there, red-faced, muttering, and surrounded by paper and folders, scattered in heaps over the polished stone floor.”Couldn’t get the door open. Dropped the sodding lot,” he said, spotting her.”So I see.” She’d never seen him look flustered before. “Need help?”Without waiting for an answer, she hurried to his aid. Her skirt rode upward as she ran and she let it. You going to look this time? Kneeling at his feet, she gathered up papers.”Thank you,” he said, crouching beside her.”You’re welcome.”Their eyes met. Fuck, he’s beautiful. Gazing into his grey-green eyes, she froze, lips parted. And when he smiled, her head spun. In a daze, she sorted the beylikdüzü escort bayan papers and handed them back to him.”There,” she said, “it’s not as bad as it looks.” She beamed at him, her heart fluttering. Picking up the last folder, she struggled to her feet. “Shall I get the door for you?””No need.”He held her gaze and a rush of excitement fizzed in her stomach. Talk to me, notice me. She held her breath.”I’ve got it. Thanks.”He broke eye contact and, tucking the folders securely under his arm, retreated backward into the boardroom. The door swung shut.Blinking, she felt a sudden and surprising sting of tears. She sniffed and stiffened, her bottom lip trembling. He’d passed up the perfect opportunity to get to know her, walked away as fast as he could. His indifference was plain to see. Lost, she dithered in the corridor, hands clasping her face. She could hear him in the boardroom, walking around, and wondered what he was doing. He was supposed to be dropping off the minutes, nothing more. The delay suggested he was he purposefully not coming out, avoiding her.She stamped her foot. “Sod you! Enough’s enough.”Taking a deep breath, then another, she hauled open the door and rounded on him.”For goodness sake, why don’t you like me?”She knew at once she shouldn’t have said it and, mortified by his shocked expression, she slapped a hand across her forehead.”I’m so sorry,” she said, backing away. “I’m such a—””No. Wait.” He held up a hand. “Don’t go.””And embarrass myself even more? I’m going.””No! Please wait.” He placed the last of the minutes, in an orderly, neat pile. “You’re wrong about me, I…” Grimacing, he stroked his chin. “I do like you.”What? “I like you a lot. I haven’t said anything because it’s, well, it’s… inappropriate.”Her escort beylikdüzü hands dropped limply to her sides. He likes me?”Very inappropriate. Don’t you think?”He fucking likes me? Her mouth had dropped open.”And I wasn’t sure how you felt.” He hesitated, a frown creasing his brow. “Do… do you?””Yes,” she blurted, finding her voice. “Didn’t I make it obvious?”Gaping like a rabbit caught in the headlights, he shook his head.How much more obvious could I be?”I fancy the pants off you.” A smile slowly curved her lips. “Fuck, you had me going.” She waggled a finger at him. “I thought you hated me or something.””No. Not at all. You’re…””Yes?” Her pulse raced, blood singing in her ears. “I’m what?””You’re, erm… you’re fucking gorgeous.”Her jaw fell slack and joy enveloped her, like she’d stepped into a bath filled to the brim with hot, soapy water and mountains of bubbles in her favourite fragrance.”Gorgeous? Huh,” she shrugged one shoulder, “I guess that is inappropriate, but what the hell? I won’t complain if you don’t.”She watched a smile spread across his face, crinkling the corners of his mouth and showing his perfect white teeth.”Come here,” she said, beckoning.She met him halfway and, on tiptoes, kissed him, pressing her lips hard against his. She shuddered when he hugged her, she’d waited a long time for this moment and it felt wonderful. But a door slam had them jumping apart. She looked around nervously.”Lock the door,” she instructed.”Lock it? Why? Oh…” he sucked air through his teeth, “you want to… in here? Now?””Don’t you?” She caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. “Go on, lock it. You’ve got the only key, yes?”He nodded, then glanced at the clock on the wall.”We’ve got time.” She cupped his face in her hands. “I thought I’d never get close to you and I’m not going to back away now. Are you?””I don’t want to, but…”He shot another look at the clock.”Don’t,” she said, turning his face back toward her. “Live dangerously. A quickie, yes?” she kissed his neck, her lipstick leaving scarlet marks. “We can do a lot in”, she looked at the clock, “seven minutes.”