to status and birth, it would only follow that they should enjoy each other’s company.
Over the years, while he had matured and forged his career, he’d realised that he was missing something. The silly, sometimes rudderless women whom he often associated with had started to irritate him. They only seemed to be interested in his money, status and looks, and how he could further their society connections. Of course they hadn’t all been that shallow, but too many had fallen into the self-absorbed category. It hadn’t bothered him when he was younger and he’d preferred the company of a beautiful woman and an enthusiastic fuck and couldn’t have cared less about interesting conversation. He needed more now. He wanted to feel a connection, both physically and emotionally, and so far Lucy Whiticker was ticking all his boxes.
He was concerned that Lucy obviously had issues with their age difference. He had tried to assuage her apprehension, and God knows it was obvious that he found her physically attractive. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, so she shouldn’t be worried about that aspect. He would just have to prove to her that the age gap didn’t matter to him and that everyone else could be damned. He hoped that the invitation he’d left for her earlier that morning would go towards easing her anxiety.
He shifted in his seat and glanced out of the window, keeping one ear trained on the conversation around him whilst his thoughts continued to wander.
He had one other concern. He had no idea what he was going to do about Camille.
* * * *
Lucy had set up a workspace in a corner of Rhett’s office suite. They had discussed it the previous evening and given that Rhett was often out of the building, it made sense for Lucy to set up her laptop there. She didn’t always set up shop on-site, but this job was significant. It was a priority for her that the task be managed closely, and she had decided to dedicate her time exclusively to overseeing the design project.
She strode into Rhett’s office and immediately noticed the long-stemmed red rose lying on her closed laptop. Attached to the stem by a ribbon was a note with her name on it.
She smiled and, picking the rose up, brought it to her nose and inhaled before she detached the letter.
Lucy,
Hunter & Associates are sponsoring a Valentine’s Ball. It is held every year and we use the event to raise money for breast cancer research, which you know is a cause that I hold dear. I would love for you to accompany me. Please say yes…
Yours,
Rhett
A warm glow engulfed her at Rhett’s invitation. Earlier that morning, she had been musing about past Valentine’s Days spent alone, so it was beyond pleasurable to receive an invitation to spend the next one in the company of sex god extraordinaire Rhett Hunter. She knew that his mother had passed away from breast cancer so she could appreciate his dedication to raising money for research. She felt honoured that he’d asked her to accompany him and thought about how best to answer. In the end, she decided on sending him a simple text message.
Rhett,
U made my day! Got your invite. I would luv 2 do Valentine’s with u.
Thank you,
Lucy
She was checking her emails when Robert Hunter strode into the room.
“Good morning, Lucy. I didn’t expect to find you here. I was looking for my son.”
She looked up from her laptop and smiled in greeting. “Robert, hello. I believe Rhett is in a meeting this morning. He has graciously allowed me to share his office,” she said in explanation of her presence.
Robert nodded. “Ah, I forgot that he was tied up. How is everything going?”
“Very well. I expect to start clearing some of the offices this afternoon so we can start on the painting tomorrow. Everything is on schedule.”
They had decided to start the redecorating project in the two spare offices and move staff around to the redecorated suites. This would allow her to gradually
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