Chapter 2
“So
what would you do?” She leaned back in her chair and looked at her giggling friend;
Emma was struggling to keep herself under control. The pub was busy and they
were already attracting a lot of attention.
“A strange naked man in your friend’s shower. How exactly would you have
dealt with this?”
Emma took a deep breath, “well if he was as fit as you
describe, then I’d have hung around and asked a few more pertinent questions!”
Naomi shook her head, “no chance.” She lifted her glass
of wine and took a hearty slug, “the man was rude...”
“And?
What aren’t you telling me?”
Naomi was travelling on unsteady seas to even think about
Conor O’Neill, and it took her back to a sad time of her life. Maisy had
started school on the same day as her when they were four. They’d been
inseparable. The Fisher’s had a large house in the centre of town, Simon and
Maisy’s father was a barrister in the City, their mother ran the Women’s
Institute, they were the family that had everything. From her little house on
the estate across town she’d been so envious, and so in awe of them. Maisy was
a little dominating, they’d got into trouble SO many times at her hands, but
Naomi loved her for that recklessness, that vibrancy. She remembered the
infatuation that Maisy had on her brother’s friend Conor. She’d heard every detail about him for months
and months.
It had been three o’clock in the morning when Maisy had
called her one day to say that her infatuation had taken a giant step forward
at a party that evening. She told Naomi that she’d just left Conor’s bed after
a wild night, and that she didn’t just like him now, this was love. It had been
the last relationship she’d had...
It was too painful to discuss those times, so she
concentrated on what she did know, “He’s a manipulating man Em, he does what he
likes. I mean what self respecting middle aged man can come and work for
someone at the drop of a hat? He must come from a money family and is happy to
just milk that as much as he can.”
Emma shook her head, “you’re such a hard woman to please.
He’s going to be your boss, so you may as well get used to him...a fractured
pelvis sounds like a LONG time away from work.”
Naomi nodded, “poor Simon!”
The next morning she arrived at work early, needing time
to settle things and prepare to meet this man again. But as she inserted the
key into the lock of the office door, she gasped finding it open.
“He’s
here....” she whispered knowing no one was there to hear her other than herself.
Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door, to see Conor
lounging in her chair, feet swung up on the edge of the desk, talking into the
phone. He raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement before he continued a
conversation which seemed to be about a golf match.
Shaking her head knowingly, she stormed into the kitchen
and filled the percolator; she needed coffee, the stronger the better! She was
watching the coffee drip into the jug, when the room darkened; she turned to
see Conor lounging in the doorway, blocking the light.
“Enough
for two?”
She shrugged, “it’s a large jug.” The sound of him
chuckling made her snap around. “What?” she demanded.
He shook his head, “you are the most highly strung woman
I have ever met! I must’ve offended you in a former life because you seem to hold
me in contempt, was I THAT rude yesterday?”
He expected an apology, or at least an acknowledgment
that she was being out of order, and was a little taken a back when none came.
“I
have worked hard to help Simon launch this business, I find it hard to see some
fly-by-night waltz in and take over, without a care for it!”
“I’m
hardly a fly-by-night! I developed an equally successful practice over the
years, and I’ve had great success. Simon was lucky to find someone like me who
was able to step in at short notice especially after Malcolm dying! Who else
could take over all his cases?”
“Someone
who has no work commitments and can turn up at the drop of a hat?” she scowled
at him, knowing she was crossing personal and professional boundaries. “All I
know is Simon’s but blood, sweat and tears into this company, and I’ll do
EVERYTHING I can to keep it going!”
He laughed but there was little humour, Naomi was almost
scared by the coldness of his eyes, “I don’t know what you think I’m about to
do to this business, but Simon is a friend! Yes I’ve been out of work for a
while, but that is not because I can’t do the work, but a choice I made. And
where I stand, a self professed office gopher doesn’t have the seniority to
challenge the only working member in this office. So retract the claws Miss
Young.” He took a deep breath then added, “You seem to have an almost unhealthy
interest in Simon Fisher’s affairs. Could this be a back lash because he’s off
on his honeymoon?”
She shook her head in amazement, “are you trying to
indicate that I have some sort of crush on Simon??”
He smirked, “if the cap fits....” He saw her hand rise
from the corner of his eye and managed to intercept her wrist, “your bite IS as
bad as your bark I see!” Dropping her hand he glared at her, “I’ll have my
coffee in Simon’s office.”
Conor spun around and walked away, and she was left to
rue her short fuse. She was blushing from the roots of her hair, and she felt
disappointed in herself as well as humiliated.
She spent the rest of the morning deep into the pile of
work on her desk; she barely stopped to look up, let alone to take a break. It
was half past one when she felt a presence in front of her. Conor was lounging
against the filing cabinet next to her desk.
“Can
we get lunch? As a truce? I’ve managed to get a table in L’appareil. Simon told me months ago it was worth a try.” He
spotted the look of rebellion in her eyes.
“I won’t take no for an answer, we have to work together, for a long
time, Simon is going to be off for months. We’ve got off to a bad start, but I
really would like us to get on. Don’t you?”
Naomi was cornered. Every ounce of her wanted to push him
away and run. But she knew she couldn’t. This was too important for Simon, and
he was a good friend. She owed him her loyalty, and she knew that she had to
work with Conor and help him get up to speed. It was the only way that they two
newlyweds could make the most of the tattered start of their life together.
The new French restaurant was stunning, and they had the
benefit of being at the tail end of the lunch crowd, so the place was relaxed,
almost quiet. He lounged opposite her, “beer or wine?”
“I
don’t drink at lunchtime.”
Conor laughed, “Can’t you break a rule? If we get on
well, we’ll work better. I’m new here Naomi; in fact you are the only person I
know. So it’d be nice to have a few drinks, some nice food, discuss work a bit,
and then tomorrow we’ll crack on with hard core work.”
She was in turmoil, his eyes were inviting, appealing,
yet she knew he was manipulative and calculated. It annoyed her that she was
finding it difficult to resist his charm, those blue eyes that seemed to see
more than she was willing to give away.
Shrugging Naomi succumbed, “I don’t think it’s the best
idea.....but you are the boss I suppose I have to go along with this!”
He stared at her for an age, “this shouldn’t be torture,
we are here to enjoy ourselves.” Then he gestured to a waiter and ordered a
bottle of Chardonnay.
Watching him pour the wine she relaxed a little and found
herself smiling at the stories he told her about taking Simon under his wing
when he’d been a junior solicitor in London, Conor being three years older had
been on the brink of becoming a partner. They’d shared a flat and from what he
told her, their life had been fun. Fun that Maisy didn’t have...
“Then
an alien swept down and sucked me into his spaceship!” He announced staring at
her.
She looked at him still unhearing.
“Am
I that boring Naomi?” there was humour in his voice, but his eyes lacked it.
She jumped, “sorry, I was miles away.”
He shook his head gently, “I seem to be having that
effect on you. I was just saying how I’ve told you everything, yet you’ve not
told me one thing about yourself. How did you come to be working here, with
Simon?”
She shrugged, before reeling off the standard story she
told everyone, “When I was at University Simon helped me out with any
difficulties I had, in the holidays I helped out as a legal assistance. Then
when I graduated I had a few options, but Simon was looking to expand here, I
apparently was the natural choice!”
He nodded, “well I admire your loyalty and dedication,
that’s not the sort of thing you can buy!”
They started on their meal, and so the conversation dried
up, but as the afternoon progressed she was surprised at the ease of his
company. Once they’d finished their food, and the wine bottle was empty, he
threw some notes onto the table, frivolously, then grabbed her arm and dragged
her into a pub across the road. She was tight-lipped at the blatant disregard
for value he’d shown in the restaurant. It seemed that money was no option in
his life at least.
Naomi hovered behind him, then followed blankly as he
emerged from the bar with an ice bucket filled with a bottle of wine and two
glasses. Filling them, he sat back and smiled at her over the top of his glass.
“What?”
She found his scrutiny disconcerting.
He still smiled, “I find you intriguing. So much passion,
and the fact that it’s all directed against me in anger, it’s just so
exciting!”
She blushed, feeling heat warm her face, “I’m not...”
He chuckled, “you dislike me, you think I’m ripping off
your friend, that I’m ruining things for him. Yet I find you interesting, attractive,
your anger only enhances that.”
She shook her head, the effect of a few too many glasses
of wine fuzzing her senses, “People like you think that a little charm and wine
will talk me into your bed?”
“People
like me?” he asked incredulous. “That’s a mighty conclusion you are jumping to
Naomi!”
She nodded, ignoring the way he seemed to purr her name;
his Irish lilt making the word seductive, “I’m not someone you can buy with
expensive meals and champagne...”
“I
was merely trying to show you some thanks for keeping on top of everything in
Simon’s absence. It’s made me stepping in so much easier.”
She stood and swayed slightly, “I need to leave, I’m sure
I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Before he could stand she had dashed out of the door and hailed
an approaching taxi. Watching the vehicle disappear he shook his head, that had
been an unexpected turn in an otherwise fairly amicable afternoon...Conor chuckled,
and for the second time she’d run away from him, he was losing his touch!
She was ducked behind the computer screen when she heard
the office door open the next morning. It took four throat clearings, two coughs and a “good
morning Naomi” before she looked up at him with a scowl expecting questions
about her dramatic disappearance the previous night.
“Have
you got the details on the McClellan divorce? I need to present to the other party
this afternoon.”
She stopped her typing to look up at him, and her heart
missed a beat. He looked devastating, his dark hair still damp from the shower,
his searching blue eyes clear and bright, his suit well cut, the blue shirt
snugly fitting his chest.
“It’s
on your desk. Along with three other cases that are in court this week.”
He raised an eyebrow, “I was hoping for a synopsis of all
the outstanding cases.”
She gestured to the screen, “I’m just doing it.” The atmosphere
was tense and you could cut the air with a knife.
He nodded, “thanks.”
Half an hour later she knocked the office door, when he
looked up she entered and placed the document on to his desk along with a mug
of coffee. Turning she was in the main office when she heard his voice, “thanks
Naomi.”
The rest of the day passed in a similar awkward atmosphere,
but it passed, uneventfully, and Naomi was glad to unlock the door to her flat
later that evening.
