by HR Moore
CHAPTER 10
‘Don’t you always know how to brighten up my day,’ Amber teased, kissing Austin finally, before climbing off him, buttoning her shirt and pulling down her pencil skirt.
‘I aim to please,’ he smirked, as he stood up from his office chair, did up his fly and walked over to his drinks cabinet. ‘Brandy?’
‘Why not?’ she said, sinking into one of the chesterfields and curling her legs up under her. She took the glass Austin offered. He did always provide quality booze, she thought, as she savoured the first mouthful. Austin sat down next to her, and thinking this was probably about as good an opportunity as she was going to get, she launched her assault.
‘I think we should talk about Anita.’
Austin stiffened, took a slow, deep sip, then said, ‘go on.’
‘I think it may be turning into more of a problem than we originally anticipated. Marcus seems to be increasingly interested in her; he’s become possessive and he’s spending a great deal of time following her around.’
Austin’s face told Amber everything she needed to know. He was furious. ‘What happened to infatuation and lust?’ He hissed the words.
‘It would seem that the lust hasn’t been sated and infatuation is turning to something more. I think it might be time for you to have a gentle word with him. Talk some sense into him.’
‘I told you we should’ve put a stop to this at the start,’ he snarled. ‘Now who knows what damage has been done.’
‘Austin, there’s still time to solve this. We just need to focus his attention elsewhere; get him more involved in your business activities, make him feel more important, give him something to concentrate on other than her.’
‘Can’t we just get rid of her?’
‘Not yet,’ she laughed. ‘You know we can’t. If he starts to move away from her, we can take action, but we can’t take her away from him; the consequences would be dire. He’s extremely protective of her and he won’t appreciate being told what to do by you, me, or anyone else.’
Austin’s mood was deteriorating and Amber knew it was time for her to make an exit. ‘Just think about it,’ she said, getting up and slipping on her stilettos. She leaned back over him and ran her hands placating through his hair. ‘If anyone can make him see sense, it’s you,’ she said adoringly, before giving him a short kiss on the lips and leaving. By the Gods, I hope this all works out, she thought, as she closed the door behind her, resting her head back on the wood. She wouldn’t like what would become of her if it didn’t.