To Love and Trust Again

Excerpt

Molly walked along the corridor to a row of elevators and stepped inside an open car. A glance at her watch confirmed that it was almost eight-thirty. Still there was no one else on the elevator with her as the doors closed.

When she’d inquired at the front desk the Receptionist had told her that Tony Camilari, her boss, would meet her in his office so she pressed the button for the eleventh floor. As the car moved upwards, Molly tried to recall the names of some of the people she’d met during her final interview. She was so deep in thought she was startled when the elevator stopped on the seventh floor and the doors opened. Looking up, her eyes collided with a pair of the most irresistible brown eyes she had ever seen. She just stared as their owner made his way onto the elevator. Sucking in a deep audible breath she tried to regain her composure. Get a hold of yourself, she ordered, and stop gawking at him for goodness sakes.

He gave her a curt nod of acknowledgment as he stepped in and pressed the button for the ninth floor. Molly returned the greeting with a nervous smile, turned to the side and studied him surreptitiously through hooded lashes.

He had to be about six feet tall, she guessed, with short dark wavy hair. He was athletically built with broad shoulders, lean narrow hips and a handsome face. But those eyes… They were devastating. They were large, doe shaped, with deep brown centers and eyelashes to die for. If he were female he would never have to wear mascara in his life, she thought absurdly.

The complete package was having the most devastating effect on her senses. Dan affected her the same way when she had first met him. And look at the heartache that brought you, a little voice taunted from inside her head.

The elevator doors opened and the man stepped out. Molly breathed a deep sigh of relief as the doors closed and the elevator continued its way to the eleventh floor.

Three and a half hours later she was sitting at her desk reading through some files when a familiar voice drawled, “Hello Molly, you're looking well today.”

She knew before she even turned around it was Dan. How can hearing his voice again after all this time still cause my stomach to churn like this?

Placing the documents on the desk in front of her, she schooled her expression into one of indifference and slowly turned around to face him. “Hello Dan,” she responded coolly.

Dan’s eyes roamed over her body in blatant sexual appraisal and Molly cringed inwardly.

“For you,” he said and handed her a single red rose.

Her eyes widened in shocked surprise. “Thank you,” she murmured. She was taken aback by the sweet gesture and smiled.

“We’ll have lunch today. Get your things and we’ll go.”