Chapter 259
By the time the head of tech finished talking, almost everyone else had cleared out. Arianna really didn’t want to stick around.
“What does Mr. Thompson need from me?” she asked.
“I have no idea. He’s on a call right now. Just wait here for a bit p>
He left in a hurry, and suddenly Arianna found herself alone in the presidential suite with Samuel Thompson.
The door to the sitting room was open, so she could see Samuel by the window, phone pressed to his ear. He stood straight and tall, broad shoulders highlighted by the warm light, his profile so sharp and serious. When he was working, he gave off this intense energy, like nobody could get close to him. It was nothing like his usual self.
Watching him, Arianna felt her calm start to slip away. Her heart beat a little faster and nerves crept in. She realized she couldn’t handle being alone with him, not like this.
She turned quietly, trying to sneak out without making a sound.
“Arianna Mitchell p>
She’d barely taken two steps when his deep, magnetic voice caught her from behind. She froze, suddenly stiff.
Turning slowly, she forced a small, awkward smile. “Mr. Thompson p>
He walked over and sat on the sofa, glancing at her still standing. “Have a seat.” Thıs text ıs hosted at.net
Arianna kept her head down as she moved to the sofa, perching right on the edge. She didn’t dare meet his eyes.
“Did you need something, Mr. Thompson p>
Samuel leaned back, looking much more relaxed now. “You know, you had the guts
to ask me to the movies before. Are you scared of me all of a sudden p>
Just hearing him bring up that
dinner made her cheeks burn. She shook her head quickly, then realized that wasnt right so she nodded, but that didn’t feel right either. Her hands twisted in her shirt and she honestly had no idea what to say.
Samuel let it go and changed the subject. “You know my tastes pretty well p>
Arianna blinked. “Sorry p>
“For coffee,” he said. “You know exactly how I like it. The flavor, the temperature. Everything p>
The third time someone brought him coffee, Samuel had noticed right away that it was different. It turned out Arianna had made it.
“I just saw your secretary make it once. I remembered and wanted to try,” Arianna replied, repeating her practiced excuse. She’d never admit that she’d collected every little detail about him she could find, memorizing interviews from magazines where he’d mentioned his personal preferences. One time, there’d been a note about how he liked his coffee, and it had just stuck with her.
Today had been stressful, the
overseas project taking up
everyone’s enould tell
She
how tense he was. Ta cup of coffee
could help, even a little, she was
happy to make it.
She’d never expected that something so small could catch his attention like this and land her in such an awkward spot.
“My secretary doesn’t know I like a few drops of orange juice in my coffee,” Samuel said, calling her out without hesitation.
Arianna’s excuse fell apart instantly. She’d just seen an orange nearby and decided
to add a little on a whim, thinking it was harmless.
She was left speechless, her face burning even hotter.
Samuel looked at her, clearly not ready to let her off easy. He added one more thing, making her wish she could disappear.
“You know, I can always tell when you’re trying to avoid me p>