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by Amy Brent


  She loved her job, that much was true but dealing with the big companies was often too much for her to take on alone. She scowled once more thinking of Robert and how he had bailed on her… again. This was the third time, and truth be told she was tired of covering for him. Typically, these big corporate meetings were made up of these big wigs, and they all gravitated towards her male counterpart.

  Some part of her had to wonder if it had to do with being a plus sized woman. Sure, she was not some skinny gal, but she was beautiful and curvy and she took good care of herself. Too often men would be intimidated by her, but that simply was out of her hands. If a man wasn’t interested because he was intimidated, then she simply didn’t want him anyway. One of these days she would find someone who fit the bill, but in the mean time she would deal with the men who paid her paycheck.

  She stood moving towards the front of the room to turn and greet everyone with a smile and click the button to start the presentation. She did her usual routing about who she was and what she did. Her job was to incorporate new companies into the HR system that she was a part of. They would be a systematic help in hiring and management of all the employees, which was especially helpful with big conglomerates such as these. She gave a little background about the company and showed some of the other holdings they were a part of when the doors flew open and she found herself face to face with him.

  She stopped speaking, folding her arms as a mother would do when dealing with a petulant child. He was gorgeous, tall and blond with striking features that he was clearly sure of. His eyes were a clear blue and the smile he gave her was one she knew in an instant that he had likely used thousands of times when trying to get out of trouble. He let his eyes flick over her face and then down the length of her quickly which only added to the anger she was starting to feel creep up.

  “Sorry I am late, please continue.” He waved her on as if she was some person who worked solely for him.

  She cleared her throat as she watched him get settled in a seat in the back. Picking up where she left off she finished explaining what they did as a company, and how they could help other business be successful. She flicked the pointer closed and turned to face the group.

  “That’s all I have for your gentleman. If you have any questions feel free to ask now, or see me as you leave. I will also leave some paperwork for you to take with you.”

  The group was nice enough, most of them seemed interested, at least on a moderate level. She smiled to them as they filed out, some of them asking her a question or two. She knew he was still there, still waiting and watching her as if she was somehow there for him alone. She finally spun around to face him.

  “Did you have a question Mr…” She trailed off

  “Hoelshing. Reed Hoelshing, and I have a lot of questions.” He smiled again and for the first time she felt as if she knew she was headed down a path she would later regret.

  “Ask away, Mr. Hoelshing.” She crossed her arms once more and he chuckled lightly.

  “Do you do that a lot; you know cross your arms like my mother?” He leaned back in his chair and waited.

  “I don’t know, I don’t much think about it, do you always give your mother reason to do it to you?” She arched an eyebrow at him as he narrowed his gaze for a mere second.

  “Yes, in fact I go out of my way to give her as much grief as I can, in a loving way of course.” He stood then, towering over her. “So tell me what I missed.”

  It was more arrogance than she cared to deal with. “Listen Mr. Hoelshing, I am sure whatever made you late today was very important, but I simply can’t make time to give every tycoon I meet a personal presentation. I have to get going.” She slipped on her jacket, buttoning it quickly as she gathered up her things. She felt him still standing there, watching her but she refused to look at him.

  “You are a little spitfire aren’t you.” He laughed lightly. “Very well Miss… Sinclair. I will give you a call and see if we can’t set something up then.”

  She glanced his way as he held a flyer in his hand with all of her information on it. She wasn’t sure what to say but she wasn’t given a chance to as he whistled his way down the hall and out into the streets below. She watched as he slipped into the back of a waiting car and felt the frustration leave her body. He was driving her crazy and she didn’t even have a clue as to who he was. She smoothed down her skirt and made her way downstairs, careful to give him plenty of time to be safely away from the building before she had to run into him again.

  Reed

  He was still smiling as he watched the streets fly by. She was a beauty that one. All curves and hips, which he liked. He considered himself a connoisseur of women in many ways. There wasn’t a size or type he didn’t love to sample from time to time. It was a luxury he afforded himself, to the chagrin of his mother of course.

  He was young still, 30 was nothing really. She was pushing him more and more to settle down but he was nowhere near ready for all of that. He was an uncle to his nephews, and that was plenty enough to keep him busy. No, the only woman he had enough time for these days was business, and that occupied most of his time. He glanced at his watch and frowned. He seemed to be late to everything lately, not quite able to do as much as he wanted. Wanted was a strong word really. He loved running the family business, loved being in charge. It had gotten him out of more than one dilemma, but he really wanted to get back out on the field, play some golf and work towards the Pro Am like he used to. It seemed those days were falling further and further behind him now.

  He smiled to himself thinking about what she had said. Something important had kept him from getting there… In this case it had been a brunette named Nicole, and a lack of sleep. The prim and proper Miss Sinclair would have much to say if she knew the truth. He was still smiling when the car stopped out front of the high rise to the offices he now controlled. He gave a half smile to the ladies working the front office and watched as each of them blushed in return. Though he felt sure he could have his pick of any of them, he kept his private life far away from business. That is except for Lydia.

  Even now he could hear her talking from her office as he moved down the hall and to his own. Whatever had set her off this time, he would be sure to know shortly. He watched her walk the long hall towards his office and thought long and hard about the mess they had made together over the years. Watching her walk reminded him exactly how he had been sucked in in the first place. She was perfect, at least on the surface. Her hair was red and was always pulled back to highlight the sharp angles of her face. Her body, though too slim for his tastes, was petite and nice. He had started working here after his father’s death 6 years ago, and she had helped him through it, in more ways than one. Over time it was obvious that it was a mutual entertainment for them both, neither wanted anything more than a physical release, and a string business partnership. Now, she was more often than not, always upset about one thing or another. She was also a good reminder as to why he hadn’t settled down yet.

  He toyed with the card in his hand, smiling once more as he thought about Miss Sinclair. He had no doubt she was able to hold her own, most likely she was married, though he saw no ring. His thoughts were distracted as Lydia burst into his office.

  “I can’t keep working like this Reed, this place is falling apart and I can’t hold it together much longer.” She crossed her arms, her face flushed as she tapped one of her heeled toes on the soft carpet lining his office floor.

  “Lydia, must everything be so dramatic?” He sighed not once looking up at her as he asked.

  “You know your attitude is part of the problem Reed.” She stopped her foot and this time he had no choice but to respond.

  “What’s wrong now?” He glanced up, giving her some of his attention, though he was equally ignoring her.

  “The staff, in a nutshell. These idiots are nothing more than go to people who can’t even get coffee done correctly. On top of that the McNeal account is missing and I need an assis
tant who actually shows up for work!”

  He knew by the way she ran everything together, there was definitely some issues that needed to be addressed. He rubbed his eyes for a second and soon looked up at her once more.

  “Ok Lydia, details. One thing at a time.”

  Within the hour he had been informed of every single infraction committed on the property, some of which seemed not worth mentioning. Just watching her get it all out seemed to help eliminate the menace of her tone. Soon, once he had addressed everything he found her smiling at him with the age old smile welcoming him to do far more than just talk to her. She stood, smoothing down her dress as she walked towards the door of his office.

  “Come visit me tonight Reed, I think we both need a little release.” She walked out the door, not waiting on a response.

  Some part of him reacted to her, he knew it was a real option, she never offered if she didn’t mean it. The other part of him knew to stay away. Getting tangled up in Lydia wouldn’t go well, not really. As the day went on he did his best to focus on work, and not think about Lydia’s offer. He grabbed his jacket at the end of the day and took the long strides towards the elevator, glancing around the now empty office. He knew it was going to be a long night.

  She was waiting for him, almost as if she knew he would come. Her red hair now hung freely and he roughly pulled her into his arms. There was nothing sweet about his embrace, instead he was searching and demanding. She knew the way he thought, and she met him one stride at a time until they both were free of their clothing and on her bed.

  He was once more struck by how put together she was. It was as if there wasn’t an inch of body fat on her, and though it left him wanting more he pushed on – kissing her body, teasing her nipples, pinching them one at a time, taking them hungrily into his mouth as his hands found her opening and then biting her neck, just the way she liked it! He worked her with his fingers first, and then his mouth and then his hardness pressed inside. He was rough and fast. She wanted it like that too. They knew each other’s bodies and needs so well.

  An hour later they both lounged on the pillows, taking long deep breaths hoping to recover from the experience. There was no emotion between them aside from the release of tension. He watched her get dressed.

  “Thanks Reed, I really needed that.” She slipped back into her clothes and he stood to do the same. She let her gaze linger on him a moment, and he felt her look shift, but only for a second.

  “As always, you are welcome. I needed that as much as you did.” He gave her a half smile as he slipped on his jacket.

  He made his way to the door, knowing she would tell him to see himself out. He smiled as she yelled from her room.

  “I’ll see you at work Monday.”

  He made his way out to his car, slipping into the soft leather seat of his car. Lydia was a force to be reckoned with in business, and she also knew her way around the bedroom. Something had been different tonight, the way she had looked at him. He hoped she wasn’t developing any feelings…He frowned at the idea, knowing full well he wasn’t the type to settle down, not even close. He knew coming here would be a mistake, and yet somehow he didn’t care. He was just selfish sometimes, there wasn’t much else that could be said about it.

  He made his way home, finally ready for a shower and some time to relax. He felt the crumple of something in his pocket and pulled out a folded card, one from earlier today. He smiled as he folded it back up, slipping it into his pocket. Ah, yes Miss Sinclair. Tomorrow was as good a day as any to start playing the game with her. She would be a fun adventure; he knew it the moment he saw her.

  Tempest

  There was nothing really that she could do. She looked up at her boss, who was giving her the most obvious of smiles.

  “He is a jackass, and you all know it.” She folded her arms across her chest, glaring at him. “Charlie if you knew that, why did you even send me in there to deal with him?”

  Charlie glanced at Miranda Blankenship, her boss, and the two shared a knowing glance.

  “I know he seems that way Temp, but he is a huge win for us if we can lock him in.”

  Tempest shifted in her seat. Of all the people she didn’t want to deal with on a Saturday it was Reed Hoelshing. Somehow, someway he had pulled enough strings to manage to get her to have a meeting with him in his office. She still remembered how he looked at her and made her feel. He was no doubt a bad boy and used to getting his own way. She certainly hated feeding into his ego by meeting him on one of her few days off.

  “He is just another potential client; I don’t see how it’s such a big deal?” She frowned.

  Charlie took off his glasses and leaned on the table. “Hoelshing is not just some company Temp, he is a massive branch of networking. There is the office here and the one in China he has been building for a while now. We’re talking over 5K employees and potential for twice that. Right off the bat we are making money, and then of course your commission would be, well substantial.”

  She chewed on her lower lip, everything he said made sense, there was no doubt in her mind that she needed to make this happen, but at the same time she needed to not be a push over. Her commission would be enough to get her mother in a home that was much nicer than the place she was in now, that was for sure. That alone was enough to make her stand and grab her bag.

  “Fine I’ll go, and I’ll even be nice to him.” She rolled her eyes as the glee was obvious on their faces.

  She pulled into the lot of Hoelshing and took a deep breath for a moment before going up. This was for her mother, and if she could just focus in that she would be fine. She glanced in the mirror at her reflection, nothing the tiny smattering of freckles on her caramel colored skin. It as something she had inherited from her mother.

  It had only been a year now, since things had taken such a turn. Her mother had been full of life and happiness and then one-day dementia had started to corrupt her mind. Now, there was a 50% chance she would know who Tempest was at all. She was an only child, and it was her job to make sure her mother was taken care of. Her father had been gone a long time, leaving the two of them to fend for themselves. Her mother had worked her fingers to the bone to make sure Tempest had everything she needed to get through the hardest years of her life to date. She owed her mother the same thing.

  Initially she had taken on her mother’s care on her own, which had been too much. She had done her best to juggle work, school and her mother’s care, but when her mother had left the house one day and Tempest had gone to find her, she had known it was too much for her to do alone anymore.

  She found the best place she could afford, although it was over an hour away. It was a quaint little place with only 10 others who resided there, all of which had dementia as well. They were a tight nit group, but they were losing their funding in the next few months, and everyone would have to move. It wasn’t fair, and sadly the only other options were either too run down and unsafe, or were substantially more expensive than this one. She took one last deep breath and stood, grabbing her bag with her to take inside. The building was a massive piece of art, with everything from paintings on one level, to twisted metal art formations in the lobby. It was more to take in than anyone could do at one time, and she wished that she had more time to explore her surroundings.

  She made her way over to the desk and the tiny blonde behind it. She was perky and beautiful, which came as no surprise to Tempest, considering the type of man Reed Hoelshing was. Part of her hated to pigeon hole him into the stereotype, but the facts were all there. She had done a little digging and found out more about him than he would probably like to know.

  “I am meeting Mr. Hoelshing.”

  “Really? On a Saturday? Wow that’s a first.” She gave Tempest an impish grin and buzzed upstairs to let them know. Soon she cradled the phone back down and gave Tempest a warm smile.

  “Head up the elevator to the 14th floor, turn right and his suites are there.”

  Tempest re
turned the smile, feeling as though the girl was being genuine in her efforts. The building was relatively empty, no doubt most employees were at home enjoying their weekend. She found her way up the massive glass elevator and soon the doors opened to a large suite. She glanced around, noting that no one was there. Hesitantly she walked out onto the hard floors, her heels clicking with each step until she heard him.

  “Ah so they did send you.”

  She turned to see him closer than she thought possible. He gleamed down at her with a wicked smile, and she felt the heat rush up into her face once more. There was no doubt she hated herself for even reacting to him at all.

  “Yes, it appears they really wanted to please you Mr. Hoelshing.”

  He chuckled. “They aren’t the ones to do that Miss Sinclair, and please call me Reed, Mr. Hoelshing makes me feel old, and think of my father none of which I care to feel at the moment.”

  He spun on one heel and moved towards his office, and she followed along behind him. It was magnificent how the room seemed to almost spill out into the vast expanse of sky blue. The floors came to an abrupt end at the glass windows that looked out over the city below. She couldn’t help but stare.

  “It’s quite breathtaking isn’t it, I love it in here, just looking out. I feel like I can almost fly somehow.” He smiled and she glanced up to catch his eye, noting something sinister there.

  “Yes, it’s beautiful that I will say.” He gestured for her to have a seat and she did so, pulling her information out of her bag. “So. Mr. Ho..er..Reed, what made you give us a call?”

  I didn’t call an “us” I just called for you. He knew better than to deliver her that bit of information, so he chose a different approach. “I am interested in what you can do for me.”

  She felt the air thicken, as if he meant something entirely different than business, but she brushed it off knowing full well she wasn’t his type. “What kind of help do you need exactly?”

  He chuckled once more. “Oh my dear don’t even let me get started on answering that question.”

 

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