Scott McCall studied her for a few seconds before he replied. "You're welcome, and that's fine. The vacancy opened up quite suddenly and I need a replacement urgently. Well, you already told me that you were interested, so I gave it a shot" "I completely understand, sir," Vivian replied. "And I'm still very grateful. Can I get you something to drink or eat?" Scott looked around. "Yeah, I guess so. I haven't really been here before so I don't know what the food is like, so I guess I should trust you. What do you recommend?" Vivian actually blushed. "Ermmm, the cheesecake is really great….and it would go well with a glass of white wine." Scott nodded. "That sounds perfect" he said, "I'll have that…" "Great. I'll be back soon" Vivian said, and almost ran out of the restaurant. As she turned to leave, Scott took the opportunity to take a good look at her. Never in his life had he looked at a waitress in her uniform and thought that she looked sexy, but that was all he could think of
Vivian nodded, making a mental note of the many things she had to do. She wanted a job, and now she had it. First, she he had to talk to her manager about moving her shifts to evening. She had to go shopping for some office clothes. Get her hair done… buy groceries since she wouldn't have time to cook as much… the list seemed endless. "Yes, tomorrow is fine," she agreed. She didn't want to give him the chance to hand this position to someone else. She knew that he was doing this mostly as a favor… and why he was doing it, she had no idea. "Great. You should be at the office by 8am. You will organize my emails, my calendar and itinerary. You will also be handling some of my projects so time management is also very important. Also, please bring a copy of your CV with you tomorrow. I would like to have a look at it."Vivian nodded." I'll be there " she said,"I cannot thank you enough for this" Scott waved his hand. "That's alright," he said, "And if we're thanking each other, then I s
Vivian never knew her mother as she had died when she was little. She had been raised by her father, and when he died four years ago, Vivian had felt so alone. She had some distant relatives, but they were really far away, and Vivian didn't really feel as if she knew them. Megan had become her family and that was enough for her. She grabbed her handbag and the file which contained the documents Scott had requested to see, and said goodbye to Megan. "Please lock up for me" she said, "I don't want to be late so I have to hurry. Don't forget to keep my key on top of the light bulb outside" "Sure," Megan replied. "Goodluck" And so with her heart beating with excitement and nervousness, Vivian drove to her new workplace. —-----------Vivian drove her small car into Creative Edge construction company premises and stared in awe. She had known that it was a big company. She had even seen pictures of it when she was doing her numerous research about the company before coming up with the r
Scott's eyes scanned every inch of her like laser beams. His eyes took in her suit jacket and skirt, her handbag, down to her shoes. Then slowly, they returned to her face."You're early," he said, "And that's good. Sit down,"Vivian went to one of the chairs in front of his desk with a casualness she didn't feel. She sat down and resisted the urge to cross her legs, reminding herself that this was an office and not the restaurant she was used to. She dropped her hand bag beside her. Her ponytail hung across her shoulder.There was a brief silence for a few seconds while Scott worked on his laptop while Vivian took the opportunity to look around the spacious, expensive looking office. Suddenly he sprawled in the desk chair and rested his head against its high back. The movement brought Vivian's attention back to him. He had a very intense way of staring, she thought as blood beat against her skull. Her hands tightly grasped the arms of the chair as she waited for him to speak."I don'
"Us?" Vivian repeated, and Betty nodded. "Yeah. Just me and some other staff. There's Linda, George, and Michael. Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone." "Okay, but what if Mr McCall needs me?""Then he'll call you" Betty replied, "but I doubt he will. He knows you should be having lunch right now."Vivian smiled and stood up. "Well, in that case let's go. I'm starving." ____________Vivian had never worked in a place so big before, and she couldn't help looking around. The cafeteria was big enough to contain the large number of staff members and Vivian followed Betty as she pointed out some places and people. After they got their lunch, they moved to a table with three people already sitting in it. The lady among them simply stared at her while the young men smiled at Vivian. "Oh, who's the newbie?" the lady asked. "The new assistant I told you about yesterday, duh" Betty replied as she took a seat. "Don't tell me you have forgotten so early. What the hell do you do with that
"Oh… ermmm… I just wanted to let you know that I was leaving and I wanted to make sure you didn't need anything else" she stammered. He nodded. "Oh, that's fine. I'm good. You can leave. Good night, Miss Sanchez" "Good night, Mr McCall" Vivian replied and turned to go. "Miss Sanchez," Scott called and Vivian turned around again, her hands on the doorknob. "You did great for your first day. Well done." Vivian smiled shyly, hoping that he wouldn't see how red her cheeks had become. "Thank you, sir" she said, then hurriedly opened the door and almost ran out of the room. __________"Ohhh…. The office lady is here" Megan said playfully when Vivian came into the restaurant. Vivian smiled. "Move out of my way, I'm late" she said as she hurried past her to the ladies room to change into her uniform. Her shift would last only four hours, before they closed for the day. She was tired, but she still needed to keep this job. When she finally came out, Megan was waiting. "What?" "Come on,
Olivia finished her wine in one gulp, smiled and wrapped her hands around his neck. "Oh please. You know I can't stay mad at you for long… even when I want to. You always know what a woman wants." She leaned over for a kiss, and Scott didn't hesitate. He was all pumped up from thinking about Vivian and he needed to get it out of his system. He figured it was just sexual tension, and the only way to get rid of it was to get some release…. With anyone. So he kissed Olivia hard and he groaned. A groan that was ragged and so needy it should’ve embarrassed him, but he didn't care. Maybe it would be embarrassing tomorrow in the harsh light of day. But tonight, right now, he just wanted to get it over with. His tongue twisted and tangled with hers, and he didn't care. He nipped at her bottom lip, slightly biting it before kissing her again. He lifted his head and immediately started to undress her. He got her dress off quickly. Her panties followed and then he stripped her of her bra, bar
They remained there, silent but connected through physical touch. After several moments, he squeezed his mom’s shoulder. “Can I talk to you about this mom?" Scott asked." I mean… outside."She nodded, following him out of the waiting room where they could have more privacy. “What happened?” he demanded. He realized that the tone of his voice was hard so he tried to soften it by taking her hand in his. The last thing he wanted to do was to upset his mom. “Since the announcement of Bruce Bennet's engagement, I’ve tried my best to keep her protected from the news. Even going on her computer and phone and blocking those society sites. But I knew that was only postponing the inevitable. I knew that she was going to find out eventually and it happened. Last night, she found out and heard her sobbing all the way from downstairs, Scott,” she whispered, her eyes filled with tears. “I went up to her room and found her curled up on the floor of her bedroom, crying uncontrollably. She was shaki
He nodded,"I was so determined to ruin Bruce using his sister Jennifer too, but then I met you, and without even trying, you touched something inside of me. You made me care. Stopped me from becoming a monster, and made me start to care about more important things than revenge. Hell, I even became friends with Jennifer. She had been trying to reach out to me after the accident, but my mother and sister just weren't ready to have her around at such a time. ""Oh Scott" "When I had that accident, I was on my way to you. I wanted to tell you that I missed you. I was still running away from the way I felt about you, and I wasn't ready to admit my feelings to myself, but I missed you… badly. And I was coming to you… to tell you…. And that's when I…. I…. What I'm trying to say, Vivian, is that you're an amazing woman, and I… I…"Enough was enough. She had heard his declaration, seen the evidence of it in his eyes. Now she wanted him close—as close as a man and woman could be. "I understand
"You’re looking good. I mean, you’re looking well—fully recovered." said Vivian. "I feel it." He raised a dark eyebrow. "Aren’t you going to invite me inside?" "Of course!" She opened the door wide and as he walked into the hall she thought that the fact he had had to ask spoke volumes about the distance which had grown between them. As did the fact that he hadn’t touched her—and the coolly remote look on his dark face which showed no inclination to do so. She faced him awkwardly. "Where shall we go?" He wondered how she would react if he suggested the bedroom, but, while that wasn’t quite the last thing on his mind, that wasn’t the reason he had come here today. "Is it warm enough to sit outside?" "I think so. Shall I make us some coffee and bring it onto the balcony?" But he didn’t want a social ritual. He didn’t even particularly want coffee. He shook his head. "Not unless you really want some. I’m fine.""So am I."He hadn't forgotten just how beautiful it felt to be around
Vivian could do nothing but nod. She couldn't tell Scott's mother about their troubles, so she simply gave her a hug and wished her well. "Please tell Sara that I'm very sorry I couldn't see her before leaving." she said, and with that she went out of the house. It was only when she got into her car and drove off that she let the tears flow. ________Vivian spent the evening wandering around her house like a lost soul, unable to settle to anything, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when her phone began to ring.She snatched it up when she saw the caller. "Hello?". "Vivian""Oh, Scott!" She breathed a low sigh of relief, appalled to realize that she had half expected never to hear from him again. But that would have implied a lack of courage on his part, and he was certainly not lacking in courage. "Are you okay?" she asked. Okay? Scott looked around him, at the luxurious house which was his home. It didn’t feel like home any more. It felt like some gloriously appointed bu
She thought that he spoke it like a word he was unfamiliar with. "Yes, us." He smiled, but Vivian thought that it was a cool smile, even though he touched the tip of her nose with his lips."I know that we’ve been having a relationship and that it’s a very agreeable relationship." Very agreeable? He made it sound like a piece of classical music playing on the radio!"I see." Vivian said. He wondered if she did, but in the sweet afterhaze of making love his mind had been busy. "Shall we get dressed and go and find ourselves a drink?" If it had been anyone else, she might have thought he was searching for Dutch courage, but Scott was not the kind of man who needed alcohol to spur him on to say something, no matter how unpalatable.She sensed that the end was coming, and that, if it was, she would face it calmly and with dignity. "I’d love a drink," she said lightly.He might not need courage, but she certainly did. They dressed in silence, bending to pick up discarded pieces of clot
He had changed. The dark eyes were no longer so restless. The glittering, predatory eyes of the shark had gone.But a jolt to his memory might bring them back, surely? And the coldly ambitious Scott McCall might reemerge from the chrysalis of his coma."Ready?" she asked.He drifted his hand over her hair and followed it with the butterfly touch of his lips on the back of her neck. "Maybe we should go back to bed for a while?" he murmured.Vivian closed her eyes, tempted. If there was one thing that Scott had recovered quickly, it was his prowess as a lover. "But we’ve only just got up!" she objected."The doctor said that I was to rest as much as possible." "I think that your idea of rest and the doctor’s are not quite the same thing." Vivian replied. Reluctantly, she pulled her neck away. "Shall we drive or shall we walk for a while? We can order a cab later to my place or call your driver." "Walk," said Scott. "You won’t get too tired?" "Vivian," he sighed. "I’m fine. You know,
He sucked in a low breath of appreciation as she stood before him wearing nothing but flimsy underwear of soft green lace, her skin gleaming like silk. Her breasts spilled over the low-cut bra and the matching knickers made her legs seem to go on and on forever.He must have seen her like this before and yet it seemed as though he had never really looked at her. Never appreciated the satin fall of the dark hair which tumbled all over her shoulders."Dear God," he murmured. "You are unbelievable. Unbelievable." "No, I’m real." She began to unbutton his shirt."You’re wearing all this, while I’m not wearing nearly enough," she complained.He gave a low laugh, sucking in his breath as her palms skated light, sensuous circles over his nipples. "You’re wearing too much, oh, Vivian—" This as she unzipped his trousers and teased her fingertips over his straining hardness. He slid his hand between her thighs and her eyes widened in helpless pleasure as he began to move his fingertips agains
With Scott it had never been more than what they had today. And while that made her appreciate what she had got, it also made her long for what she had not. Commitment—and that was one thing she would never get from him."I’ll sleep next door for the time being. I think you need a little space," she said lightly.And so did she.He pulled a face of objection, but he was too tired to object too much. He lay down on the bed and it felt like heaven."Okay," he yawned. "If you say so." But within a couple of weeks he began to show very definite signs of improvement—physically, at least. The sleep showed in the renewed brightening of his eyes and the familiar healthy glow of his skin. Often they took him outside, to sit in the restorative sunshine and to sit quietly in the haven which Felicia's garden provided. He was eating proper meals, too—the freshest, most delicious food that Felicia and sometimes Vivian could conjure up.She put two plates of salmon down on the table one evening and
Scott drank his tea. It was very comfortable here by the fire—warm and welcoming. If only his head didn’t feel as though someone had jammed it in between a giant nutcracker, and in the process managed to take away some of the thoughts and associations and familiarity which made him what he normally was. But how did he know what he normally was? He didn't know what to believe. He still had childhood memories. He knew his family and his job, but most memories of the past months were missing so he was confused. He put the cup down and looked at Vivian, which was halfway to a cure in itself. She was wearing a soft wool dress, the color of blueberries, and her hair was loose—like the moon against the backdrop of a nearly dark sky. Her legs were spread in front of her and she had kicked her shoes off. He might be only two days out of a coma, but that didn’t mean that all his senses were dead. He might have a little difficulty wanting food as he usually did, but the stirring leap of awarene
"I can get myself dressed!" he protested. "Not yet, you can’t," the nurse fussed. "You’re as weak as a kitten, although I must say that you don’t particularly look as weak as a kitten!" "Why can’t Vivian help me?" he demanded, his heart sinking as he saw the nurse begin to roll her sleeves up over her rather hefty forearms. He’d much rather that dark-haired angel be at hand.The nurse coughed. "Well, she was a little taken-aback when you didn’t recognise her, of course—but, as I told her, that’s perfectly normal in these circumstances." "You mean I know her?" The nurse helped him with his jeans and began to get rather pink around the neck."Yes, Scott" said Vivian, in an odd, strained kind of voice as she walked into the room. "You do know me—you just can’t remember." Scott was still feeling groggy, but not too groggy to wonder how well he had known her."Here." Vivian began to slide a sweater over his head, her fingers automatically colliding with the silken flesh, and she saw h