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I gave them all their drinks and sat back
down in my chair.
    Grace
mouthed “Well done sweetie.” and Bert lifted his glass, winked at me and said to
us all “To Olivia and her tight thighs” much to everyone’s amusement, including
my own.

CHAPTER 4
     
    The
next three months passed in a blur and I settled into my roll at NSC with much
enthusiasm.
    I
loved my job and found that I was enjoying the challenge of its workload more
than I’d anticipated.
    Peterson
had backed off but continued to call me ‘Miss Adams’ and had adopted a rather
stern, angry manner with me. Every day was often accompanied with a shout or a
disciplinary comment to me, but I preferred him this way than the leering,
creepy boss he could be. I could cope with shouting and antagonism much better
than over friendly, improper remarks.
     
    It
was the first day of summer and I was already running late for work. My car had
started playing up for the last few weeks and sometimes took over twenty minutes
for me to get her going.
    This
morning was no exception and I’d been banging my hand on the steering wheel for
the last fifteen minutes, begging her to take pity on me and start up.
     
    When
I finally got the engine running, I noticed a ladder in my stockings. “Fuck
me!” I screeched running back in the house to change them. I was wearing my
favourite black and white checked dress, which was rather tight, so I say
running, but shuffling would have been a better description.
    When
I returned to the car, the bloody thing had conked out again so it took another
ten minutes to splutter her back to life.
     
    Making
a quick pit stop to the bakery as it was Friday, I pulled into the NSC car park
exactly thirty five minutes late.
    Rapidly
climbing out of my car with the pastries, grabbing my paperwork out of the boot
and running across the tarmac, my phone started ringing.
     
    Trying
to balance everything in one arm, I answered the phone flustered. “Hello,
Olivia darling?” my mother’s voice came through the earpiece. “Yes mum, it’s
me. What’s wrong?” I asked, sensing her flapping about on the other end.
    “Just
ringing to let you know that Matt’s been sent home from school early cause he’s
been ill, so I’ve got him here with me” she told me.
    Running
up the NSC steps to the front doors, Bert grabbed the pastry I held for him
under my chin and opened me the doors with a big smile as we mouthed a ‘hi’ to
each other.
    “Right
okay mum, thanks for letting me know. I’ve got to go, I’m late for the second
time this week and my boss is not gonna be happy” I quickly ended the call.
     
    With
my head down, juggling my paperwork and pastries, whilst trying to put my phone
in my bag, I bumped smack bang into a group of suited men.
    “Fuck,
shit, bugger” I exclaimed on a hiss as I squatted down to pick up all my
scattered paperwork.
    “Miss
Adams!” Peterson shouted “Late again? That’s twice this week!” he bellowed
angrily.
     
    Still
crouched on the floor I groaned inwardly and spun on my heels to look at him.
“I’m so sorry, Mr Peterson. I’ve been having trouble with my car this week. I got
here as soon as could” I apologised with a grimace.
    “Well
fucking hurry up woman” he snarled.
    Nodding
quickly I turned back and slammed my face straight into a man’s groin. “Bollocks!”
I wheezed.
     
    Peterson
tutted and one of the other men snickered as I quickly stood up. “Oh My God,
I’m so sorry Sir” I muttered, without removing my gaze from the floor.
    Highly
embarrassed, I refused to look up and I heard the man take a sharp inhale of
breath.
    “Liv?”
    Oh
Jesus Fucking Christ!
     
     
Raising my face slowly, I also took a sharp breath. My blood pounded in my
ears, my legs vibrated and my hands started sweating as my heart stuttered
wildly in my chest.
    My
eyes slowly reached his, the pure bright, blue beautiful eyes that never left
my memory.
    My
lips parted and I struggled to breathe as his eyes