All Chapters of Secret Glances: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Olivia's POV “Going up” The elevator voice sang. I was running late and I hate being late. My hot water had decided to desert me so I’d spent twenty minutes trying to fix the boiler before calling an engineer this morning. I’m going to have to ask my new boss for the afternoon off on his first day which was already filling me with anxiety without adding my lack of punctuality into the mix. Normally my morning run helped ease my nerves when I’m stressed especially when Mr. drop dead gorgeous and his German Shepherd are at the park. With his curly mahogany locks and chiseled features, he looked like a Greek god. He was wearing a baseball cap this morning but that just made him look ruggedly handsome with his 5 o’clock shadow. People enter and leave the elevator which is adding to my lateness. We were currently on level seven and I’ve got to get to level twelve. I hope my new boss is a decent human unlike my

Connor POV Hearing my name come out of her perfect mouth send shivers and all the blood downwards. I hand her my personal business card as she leaves my office. Her delectable scent lingers and I take a deep breath.  I look through the schedule she has left me for the remainder of the day and she has organised it from most important to least leaving a post it note on top in her beautiful handwriting stating the reason for doing so is in case the important meetings run over. She is smart, and sexy and charming and everything I imagined her to be when I saw her at the park everyday. Do I dare to imagine?   Half an hour passes and my phone dings. O: Connor, I didn't have time to pop my head in because the engineer had already arrived to fix my boiler.

Connor POV   When I heard Olivia crying on the phone my heart stopped. I had to get to her. I don’t know what it was but I couldn’t stand hearing her like that.  I didn’t want to leave the hospital and did so reluctantly and only because she was with her friend. Ally Malloch seemed like someone I could get on with. Feisty but a fierce friend. Someone who Olivia can depend on. I made my way home again and Roxie was there by the door when I walked in. This dog is an angel. I plonked myself on the sofa and she came up and snuggled in. I put the television on just to have some background noise and mindlessly stroked her head.  My mind was filled with thoughts of Olivia. Her beautiful face. Her emerald eyes that feel like they stare into your soul a

Connor POV   I’m sat in the back of the Bentley with Neil driving. My mind isn’t on the evening as a whole; it's on a certain personal assistant. When I received a call this morning I wasn’t expecting to speak to Ally. True to my first impression of them, they have Olivia’s best interest at heart. After seeing what Olivia had planned to wear, Ally made the executive decision to veto it and contacted me to acquire a dress. I already had one in mind and made the arrangements to have it delivered to her home this afternoon.    We quickly arrive at Olivia’s residence and I wait outside the car with the door open ready for her arrival. What I didn’t expect was the astonishing goddess that was descending the stairs. Her hair is pinned back and the soft curls are flowing down her bare back like small waves against the beach as she walk

Connor POV   I bring my focus back to the table and Alexander is looking at me expectantly. I lift my brow at him confused by his choices this evening. Obviously sensing my curiosity he starts up a conversation in the worst way possible.   “Con, this better just be a booty call situation. Olivia as a date, really? She’s hot don’t get me wrong, I mean I totally would but date to a business event hot? No.”  Alexander arches a brow back at me with the most smug smirk on his face. Best friend or not I just want to punch that look straight off his face. I don’t even know if I still class him as a friend at this point. I just don’t understand why he has changed so much.   “Don’t really think you are in a position to talk about who is bringing whom as a date Al. Daisy? Really?