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When the phone rang, Lea, very busy cleaning a marble statuette

covered with a good inch of dust, almost throwing discontent curse. This was

three times already that the shrill ring forced her to give up her job, she had

already

answered his mother, his brother and a friend. Who could well come from this

fourth call

less than a quarter of an hour?

- Hello?

This simple word is not enough to enlighten him about the identity of the

unknown to the other

end. Blowing, she replied:

- Yes? Who am I speaking?

His tone would have scared away any telemarketer two minutes begging for

maintenance

answer silly questions.

- I am at Lea Mariani?

- Very much so. Dial my phone number and land directly on me is a

extraordinary feat!

She did not know why she had chosen this your dry and brittle. It was however

not

be interrupted in its tracks to scour the damn statue which grieved ...

- If I mind, I'm sorry. That said, I did that for a moment I'm Zack

Greystone and Mr Tourelle assured me of your cooperation to bring me tomorrow

morning

figures for the cost of accounting.

Zack Greystone was the new boss of the box. Last fortnight, the entire company

was

pending the arrival of the new boss who had not deigned to appear.

- Mr. Tourelle assured me make a detour to get these papers did not cause you any

problem, is that the case?

Lea tried to adopt a softer tone even though his first desire was to launch

incantations to destroy Mr Tourelle, his manager, who, through the big boss

himself

proposed to do the job that should have the responsibility to it. After all, she was

a trainee. Pouvait-

she refused a very polite request of his new boss for a union without more

wild?

- Mr Tourelle said true, she heard herself answer on too suave tone to be honest, I

am happy to bring you during my day off, the papers necessary for the proper

your business.

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The few seconds of silence at the other end made him fear that she had

perhaps gone too far, clearly indicating that she was off for three more days.

- I hate to ask you to make such a sacrifice, the voice replied mockingly. I

do not want you to miss an appointment shopping, this could traumatize you if,

because of me, you missed the golden opportunity to find a fabulous strapless

price bargain

competition. I do not want my arrival is the beginning of an open war with my

employees.

She had to take over and start a sentence completely harmless to coax one that

would sign her paychecks during the summer.

- I assure you that this will have any problem. The famous bustier has already

been purchased.

She heard a chuckle and continued:

- Of course, the search for a matching skirt for now my only obsession. But

the work comes first. What time do you want these papers?

- I'm afraid I definitely fall in your opinion if I confess one hour

arrange me ... 8: 30 pm in the morning?

- Very well, sir, I am preparing for the rooster morning awakening.

- Come on, he replied laughing, I'll give you an extra day's leave as

proof of my good faith.

- It's very nice of you.

- Maybe I should have start there. Your "yes" would probably have been more

enthusiastic.

- I'm very excited about that, without knowing me, you give me a mission of

such importance. Believe me, I will not disappoint you. I will, of course, in my

position

8: 30 pm.

- Without a moment's delay? he asked, emphasizing a tone of curiosity mingled

with

some mockery.

- No, sir. You have my word.

- All right, we'll see if this is the case. After all, you are not immune: we have

already seen

roosters become voiceless in the past.

- Mine works with batteries. And they are loaded.

- You reassure me, 'he laughs. In so tomorrow ... miss.

- Tomorrow, sir.

She hung up blowing. This Greystone Zack did not seem too serious. He had

worn a

Your pleasant and had a sense of humor - luckily because it was not very

prepossessing. The

sleep she wanted to grant the following day fell into the water and its output was

tonight

be canceled. It was not necessary that the identified arrives eyes and yawning lips

if it

not want to look bad. Although, obviously, it could play in his favor.

Show dull pain face could earn him the eternal gratitude of his boss.

How? Would he think even sick she wanted to come today? What courage! It was

not dream too much, the important thing to him was his damn papers. She

grabbed the phone in order to

to cancel with friends. She would have to get up early to get the file

in the branch office to the other end of town, cleaning the statue eventually would

pass

second plan.

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The next morning, she ran into the hall to demand the presence of the head

accountant, his savior, who would certainly give him the papers she needed. From

she mentioned the words "Mr. Greystone" there was such as agitation in the air.

Everyone

is activated, as if moved by magic reactors which powered the in any room to

Research what was to be found. Lea watched them move in all directions and then

sank into

a soft chair waiting for the end of their number. Clearly, the new boss had not

looks so convenient as that. It was not so bad, she thought. It is true that the

former leaders

had almost almost sank the box, thereby ruining small savers. The arrival of a

new boss in the person of Zack Greystone should not be a cakewalk. He had been

chosen for its capacity as manager and leader and because he had become, by the

purchase

shares, the senior partner in the firm in decline. It was from him that is alone

waiting for the rebuilding of society. They said Zack Greystone it was hard,

harsh,

suspicious and all-powerful. It was also said that people working under him

eventually be grateful to him. This does not prevent the majority of them to panic

whenever his name was stated. Finally, after a few minutes of panic, papers

were hand delivered to him. Lea looked at his watch: 8:00 and 6 minutes. She

promised

to be on time. She would promise. Rushing down the stairs, she snoba the

elevator that was

parked on the ground floor. But arriving at the parking lot, she found her car over,

celle-

this being downright surrounded by enemy vehicles, having undoubtedly made

every effort to

prevent boot. This great cosmic conspiracy does not conquer, she thought. It

would honk until an owner comes running to allow it to pass.

She honked. And honked again. But nothing helped. With some hubbub in

homes

neighbors person obviously did want to help him. Minutes passed to

furiously. A decision had to be made, and fast. She was not the type to call the

pound

to get rid of a nuisance, but this morning she decided to give these a bad drivers

lesson. Mal park either: there could be many reasons for this, but spend almost

five minutes without seeing anyone honking to present her apologies had some

something unacceptable. She called the pound.

* * *

While the criminal car was being shipped by the pound, Lea looked at his

shows: 8 hours and 22 minutes. There was not procrastinate any longer, she

would never be

Time to go.

- But hey ... what happens?

The voice startled her while she was watching the magnificent Porsche be

Gently raise the truck. She turned and found a calm and quiet man, so

she first took him for a passing curiosity. Behind his sunglasses, Lea had leisure

to detail the: his pale gray suit suited her delight, showing her legs she considered

muscular. His shirt white, was not sufficiently transparent for a glimpse of his

chest.

That said, the way she was pressed against him, strong muscles could guess who

was hiding

behind the fabric. His approach, fast, gave him the impression of seeing a cat

move. It was

think of a panther ready to jump at his throat with nobility and pride. Once in his

height, it clearly distinguished matte and smooth face, eyes bright blue and hair

chestnut particularly attractive. But this good impression not lasted long when

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Lea finally realized that the Porsche belonged to him and that obviously, the fact

that it is being

shipped in the shallows of a car park was not going to please him.

- It was you who called them?

Lea was not one to tremble before a stranger, however, when she met his gaze,

always hidden behind his sunglasses, she felt a burning take possession of his bas

belly, as if he had, at a glance, to stab.

- I'm sorry, she managed to answer, but it was almost ten minutes I

klaxonnais.

- Really? Are you sure your clunker has a horn?

He walked around the car Lea whose door was open and pressed the button that

would

had to make a sound a little louder than light squeaker that went out. He chuckled

and continued:

- It does not surprise me that I have not heard anything. You should invest in a

decent horn this

name! To be alerted as low a sound, it would have taken me to be at ... say five

centimeters,

his ear ... and fitted with a hearing aid, for a chance to hear it.

- Do not be dishonest! People surroundings have every heard them. I had

enough hateful reactions for today! I'm sorry, really, but it was the only

way for me to get out of here. You did not have to park in front of me and block

me from

kind.

He stared coldly over at the beginning.

- Well ... I have to go, said the driver of the pound. Sir, this is your car?

The gentleman in question advanced driver and began to talk quietly with him.

Lea was now waiting for the truck moves to finally leave. But to see both

Men, she felt a camaraderie was born between them. When she heard the

hearty laugh driver and saw the smirk from the man, she could not believe her

ears.

- Excuse me, but I would like to go.

The two men continued to laugh without paying him any attention.

- Hey! she threw a little dryly and somewhat stronger.

This time they heard him and turned.

- I'm sorry to interrupt your discussion that exciting air but I would

really go now.

- Your voice is of the same nature as your horn: completely inaudible, replied the

man

in costume.

- I will not put me to yell to make myself heard. Since no notion of politeness

is familiar to you, I beg you to stop making fun of my car and me,

and, sir, she continued, addressing this time the driver, make sure to let me

pass. I have to go, I'll be late.

- So, not only my own car is now starting to pound, but I also

must bear the hysteria of a woman who is too eager to present his apologies.

- I am afraid there is a slight misunderstanding You should apologize to me for.

have forced me to honk for several minutes without it urges you provided to

come see what was happening. I understand that the inconvenience bothers you, I

am really sorry

having had to get there, but if you had been a little more polite and respectful, you

never

had the stupid idea to park in front of me and keep me out.

- Do not worry about me, I'll get my car, is not it, Tony?

The driver smiled and actually began to descend the Porsche.

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- I am rather worried about you, 'he continued, leaning back on the truck and

crossed arms.

The vein in your neck is beating too fast. You do not even go when we

to a nervous breakdown?

Lea could not believe the cheek of the man: he spoke slowly, calmly, waiting

quietly as her luxury car to be returned to it. In fact, she had the distinct

impression that

the roles were reversed. She felt as trapped by this man and employee of the

pound was beginning to maneuver to lower the car. Lea came to him:

- Sir, I have called you because this car was parked two abreast, preventing me

from leaving

instead. I want you to push your truck a little to the right so I can finally

me go. Please, I assure you that I am very depressed.

- Of course, miss.

With that, he walked to his truck. Lea breath and without looking for the man

who was watching

still, began to enter his car.

- You who speak politely, you should know that it is very rude to talk to someone

keeping his glasses on.

- You who own a Porsche, you do not need to know that busy people who are

ask to not be late for work.

With that she started.

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Arrived at the office, she pulled the greatest of ease in the parking lot. If she had

had the

time, it would have remained two minutes to contemplate the perfectly parked

cars. Grabbing

records, she rushed toward the elevator to arrive as soon as possible to. It was

8 am 40. She was not in the mood if Greystone allowed himself to make him any

remarks

about ten minutes late, she would not hesitate to launch her favorite reply: she was

supposed to be on leave. The elevator door opened. Always so hurry, she shoved

Mr Tourelle, his department head, including the coffee cup manages to stay in his

right hand

without a single drop will taint his beautiful white shirt.

- The A! But ... what are you doing here?

- Hello sir turret. I'm here at the request of Mr. Greystone. Well ... your

request. He called me at home last night to ask me to go get the papers.

She patted the folder then continued:

- He told me that it was you who had suggested. You always have such charming

ideas

Mr. Tourelle, she finally said, giving him a gentle smile.

- Well ... but ... I do not understand. I saw Mr. Greystone last night after he you

phoned and told me that eventually, it was not fair that you who you were loading

it

since you were on leave. So I have recalled right after. Obviously, you have

not get my message.

- What message?

- Whoever told you to stay home to enjoy your day of rest for you

can buy ... I do not know exactly what I said Greystone ... I think he spoke of me

skirt matched with a strapless ... well, something in this taste. Mr. Greystone was

to be responsible

to go and get himself folders. It has not happened yet. We are waiting.

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Lea brutally put the files on his desk and reached for his cell phone. As

of course, it was off. She tried to remember the time she had pressed that damn

stop button. Greystone had called. Then she called her friend Edith to cancel

their

appointment. She saw herself in the process of switching on the alarm to be sure

to get up early

time the next day and then ... Yes, it was at this time that she made the decision to

cut

the world to go take a shower, dinner and go to bed soon.

Grimacing, after turning her phone, she heard the nasal voice of Mr Tourelle

say, "Lea, I just spoke with Mr. Greystone. It is sorry to have disturbed and

finally

decided not to take charge of the case to tomorrow for you to fully enjoy your

days off. It was he himself who will fetch the papers. Rest and Monday. »

Lea wanted to curse the infernal powers who had forced, she was sure to turn off

her phone, probably because they were bored and wanted to enjoy a little, from

below, a pure

relaxation. It ruin her evening and give him an execrable morning had to be

delicious moments for these forces of evil. She hung up the phone, then smiled

again

Mr Tourelle. As she was about to announce that she would go home so she

heard the Secretary whispering nervously to all persons in the room:

- Mr. Greystone is in the elevator.

Lea nearly launch a "Hooray! "As the mines defeats of his colleagues seemed to

him

comically strange. Who was this man among employees to generate so much

fear?

She was there his thoughts, trying to imagine small, ugly and scary eyes when

decked out

saw that the elevator door had opened.

First, she did not understand what she saw. It was strange that the man with the

Porsche

the date has continued to give him a trial. It was when she saw Mr Tourelle bend

two

time to say hello a burst of panic came over. Overcome with emotion, she had

other reflex to kneel behind his desk, hoping to hide the treacherous eyes of his

new boss.

* * *

While employees greeted the new boss, Lea still holed up, trying to maintain its

breathing at a rate close to a complete stop. She began to feel tingling in

the feet. She prayed that the greetings and presentations end at faster than before

escapes from his throat a great fatigue cry because his posture hurt. She would

have done better

squarely spread on the ground rather than choosing this uncomfortable position.

But he had to resist

a little more. The time exceeds the boss's office and heads into his lair, on the

other side

the hall. Then she sprinterait to his car to enjoy his day off.

- But ... well, Lea ... What are you doing? gave him their leader.

Now she had to find an excuse to justify his position in the office of the table.

"Find a pen" is the first thing that came into his head, but it was certainly not a

good idea. Could dignified stand and salute Mr Greystone with many, many

politeness? It chose that moment to look and see a pair of

shoes sticking out from under the table. Intrigued, he stared at the body began to

move and

which was soon to appear. Lea, after a deep breath, straightened by putting more

possible dignity in his actions. The ridiculousness of the situation did not escape

him. She brushed her

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skirt with his right hand to smooth an imaginary fold, smiled at his department

head, hiding

and his strong desire to jump on him by the throat, and swerved his gaze on

Greystone.

- Mr Greystone, here Lea Mariani. More than an intern: a real pillar for the

company.

Lea, the most natural, smiled at his new boss while saying hello. The

Greystone look lingered on the face of the young woman. Then, with a tone of

voice that

could have shiver the whole assembly as it was hot and husky, he asked:

- Did you find what you were looking for?

- What?

- Under the desk ...

- Oh ... I ... dropped a pen ... green.

The lame excuse that she wanted to remember, however, was out.

- And where is he?

The question waiting for an answer. Nothing intelligent arriving in their way

among its

paralyzed neurons, she could only reply, softly

- Well ... I did not find.

Greystone let arise on the bottom of his lip a little grin and began to run towards

his

office after having launched:

- If this is important to you, find it. Then come to my office with folders

you should not have to pick today.

He walked quietly, leaving Lea open mouth: once again, no worthy replica

This nomn'avait managed to get out.

- Of course, he continued, suddenly turning to her, if you count survey

while the hall in search of green pen would be better probably bring me start with

records. Then you'll have time to get started in pursuit.

He walked welcoming the other employees. Mr Tourelle nearly shaking Lea

that it turns a bit:

- Lea ... what are you waiting! Take files and bring them to him!

As would an obedient robot, it obeys Mr Tourelle. Clearly, there was a chance

thousand that his boss did not have recognized. Still, she did not feel really

relieved a

Once at the door. The "Enter! "Brusque did nothing to fix things ... From

Again she felt nervous, trying to hide in a studied nonchalance fear it

felt in his presence.

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Zack Greystone motioned him to sit down. Then, quietly, he grabbed the files that

it

tended and began to read them in silence. Lea watched him. It was applied,

turning the pages

painfully slowly. Two minutes of silence later, she wondered if he had not

totally ignored his presence. Perhaps she would do better to leave the office for

the

let her finish reading alone. Obviously, his presence was not really mandatory.

Mainly

that the files in question had at least fifty pages each and at this rate, they

would still be there every second until the next morning without a word has been

exchanged.

While she was trying to find a phrase that could make him understand that if he

did not need her, she had better go, he finally spoke:

- You arrived on time?

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Lea, surprise, replied:

- Around 8 pm 40.

- You assured me to be in the office at 8 am on the dot 30.

- I got ... a little inconvenience on the road.

This is the moment he chose to lift his head and gaze without flinching. He had

all the

recognized on. He had hoped to hold it while he saw from his small car but had

had a moment's hesitation, wondering if it was she whose secretary had told him

that he

came for the files. Sunglasses do nothing hid her face and dull heaviness

his sensual lips, but his blue eyes brought a supplementary note to its splendor

face. He was delighted to meet again in the same morning even if it does

showed nothing. Her little rebellious air did not displease him, although he would

have preferred to be born

it the same interest he felt for him. Still, he could not help playing the role of

boss unhappy with that irony was an integral part of his personality:

- We have a sacred pellet dose to remove the car from his boss by the pound.

- ... I knew that you had recognized me, she whispered.

- We do not meet twice in the same day a woman wearing an orange suit

like yours.

- You were parked two abreast, and I could not find out who the car belonged.

- Anyway, you would not have been there. I told you to your department head

remember.

- He did it ... but I turned off my laptop. Anyway, everything is well finished: you

recovered your car and you've even made a new friend.

He narrowed his eyes at his comment. She asked and answered in a polite voice.

But he

had captured the arrogance. Greystone suddenly realized that dealing with it in his

bad days, should not be a cakewalk. He decided to test its limits and its

ability to respond to malicious audience. He knew it was going to have fun.

Make him

losing its luster could be interesting. Crossing his arms and leaning on his record

chair, he stared at her a hard look. He met her frank and direct gaze and could not

help admiring

the delicacy of her features and braided chignon that highlighted his neck adorned

with a necklace set with a

cross.

- You have hidden under the desk when you saw me in, is not it?

- I was looking for a pen ...

- I attach great importance to honesty, that's what I'm looking at my foremost

employees and my employees.

- Well ... yes, I thought you were going ... I do not know me ... screaming at me in

front of my

colleagues ... it was instinctive. I understand that my actions may have seemed

childish. But what can be

against a pulse?

- Your instinct therefore command you to hide for the unexpected?

- It does not ...

- The position you hold, as reported by Mr Tourelle, is not simply that of a

intern. You support the recovery of unpaid with gruff and disloyal customers. I

asks if the position you really should if at the slightest setback, do not assume your

role, which is that to win.

- I know impose. And this has nothing to do ...

- You did not give me an example of having a lot of courage.

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- This has nothing to do ...

She felt her nerves get to the rescue as the man her ill at ease. It was too

calm. And his tone really starting to get on his nerves. But she manages to make

good

figure. She was an adult and had to learn to control his urge to pull his tongue in a

N / A! "Furious.

- I saw you come in, she continued giving the perfect picture of peace of mind

while his brain instead ordered him to rebel, and I realized that you were my boss

and ... I do not know ... a moment of madness. We are all humans, with our share

of

nonsense transient. If you want to hear me say that my behavior was childish, I

say without any shame. Now we can move on.

- The authority scare you?

- Not at all ...

- You seemed terrified me when you recognized me, precipitating you under the

table.

- I was looking for ...

- ... Pen?

She uncrossed her legs for then recross and paste her back on the seat, then

decided to

unresponsive. The silence that followed Greystone alerted to the fact that he

managed to put it into

anger. Of course, this was not seen by eye. She was still as charming even though

its

beautiful sensual lips began a frenzied dance while she nibbled them

inside.

- You do not say?

She put her bust uncrossing her legs and again while setting the man in front

her, always answered a polite, calm voice:

- You ask me questions and do not leave me time to respond. I thought you

you were listening to talking.

- Miss Mariani, I fear that you forget you are talking to.

- Well, we come to the purpose of the examination: I am fired?

- I hesitate, you'd rather kind to give us a trial about a ballpoint pen green as

I would not have left you time to take.

- You are joking? she asked, completely lost.

- I do not see why you would be fired: You've done your job. As I see

why I would have yelled at you, I was parked two abreast and I bothered that your

vehicle ...

was superbly parked. I just got the work ahead to lift the box will

not easy, I want to ensure that my staff will be strong enough to support me in this

difficult task.

Do you feel ready to fight?

- I remind you that this is my day off and I'm there.

- You do well to remind me, I may be the memory fails.

- I just want to clarify that my colleagues and myself we make available to any

time for the good of the company and our jobs.

He closed the folder and took sternly. Really, look too put him in a state

excitement that began to displease him. He did not like to feel and to thank you in

his eyes and

the enchanting view of her luscious mouth.

- You can go home. We'll see you Tuesday. And not that you think

senility watching me, I remember you very well have awarded a extra day off

for the immense sacrifice that you made coming to work today.

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- When I said I was on leave, it was not the purpose of ...

As usual, he did not give him time to finish.

- Yes, I regret not you have received with applause. I forgot. But

perhaps a simple "Thanks for coming" will do?

She abdicated wincing slightly. She preferred to stand on rather than suffer a

New mocking remark.

- Do not be late Tuesday. If necessary, use all the headlands of the city.

She left the office without a last look. Naturally, it would have been easy to get

into his

good graces of his joke, laughing, gasping in perhaps a little to make him believe

that his

humor was amazing. But something was wrong. She felt very irritated at this

man. His attitude Pasha was odious. Obviously, he had to consider the new

Messiah who would change the face of society through its wonderful exploits.

When she crossed a

colleagues at his work table and the latter whispered: "It's too cute, this

man! "She looked blankly. It was unbearable, that, one could say. Well, it's

true, it was an elegant man and rather well done in person. It would have been

dishonest to say

he looked like a monster. But his manners? Her colleague had clearly not been

dealing

to him. She was eager to get her reaction when his turn would come to be

questioned by him. It

choose probably a little better his adjectives.

But Lea was wrong. Zack Greystone had never intended to go to all questions

members of his society. Lea was the only elected.

* * *

Back in the office Tuesday morning, she decided to go get coffee before

continuing

calls. When she turned, Zack felt his hair bristling on his arms while his

heart was racing as if he had just run a marathon. This unexpected reaction her

body

did nothing to calm him down. He noticed the tight lips of the young woman. She

looked

upset. This did not prevent Zack to experience the mad desire to press his lips on

hers.

He absolutely had to temper his enthusiasm.

- Hello, simply said Lea.

But his tone belied the banality of a polite greeting. She was not happy at all

have been observed. He did not even have the strength to answer. His voice was

broken. He coughed, the

greeted a whim. Then, as she turned to go get a cup and had

time to regain his senses, he could not help to launch him

- I'd rather have one too.

She saw her smirk. What would she do? Making a sign letters

Flashing saying that if he wanted a coffee, he had only to prepare? A sense of

ridicule

invades again because of a subject quite commonplace. Was it normal to make a

coffee to her boss

without going for a good all in his eyes and lose the little esteem him he could

grant? Was it or not, serve him a cup as soon as possible to prevent

to fix more than three seconds flat?

- Please, Lea, he added, smiling.

The fact that he made his name almost shocked her. In any case, she jumped but

managed to suppress his emotion.

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- Do not you be asking you if it would be wise to serve coffee to a

man who did not hire you for that? he added in a small laugh as he had

to land at his side. Do not worry. I want a coffee. This does not mean you

I'll have to do it. I am perfectly capable of pressing a button.

He took a cup and asked:

- Sugar?

Lea jumped again.

- Uh ... there on the right, behind the cups.

- No, he laughs, I just asked you if you took it.

- No thank you.

While he was far from feeling Olympian calm next to the young woman, he tried

to

a cup, put it on the machine and press the button as quietly as possible.

The aroma of coffee filled the room. He turned to her to extend his hot cup. She

took it in

saying thank you. He replied, "Please" and then grabbed a second cup. Lea walked

in

back to his desk and flipped through his file. Zack watched the back, leaning

against the wall

blowing on the cup and noticed his long thin fingers clutching the cup she had not

released. He rested his eyes on his bare neck and released from any wick. He

lingered on his shoulders

while he noticed a slight sigh out of the mouth of the young woman busy at

Clearly, reading his sheets. It was the first time the beauty of a woman paralyzed.

The

first time, too, he could not find words to continue a discussion on a topic as

trivial as the weather, for example. The door opened suddenly. Zack and Lea

looked up in

same time to see a couple get a laugh in the office.

- Oh, Zack! I'm late, but it's not my fault. Here is the culprit!

The woman he was meant gorgeous blonde creature with long straight hair and

whose brilliant smile tenfold charm. His voice was also very nice when Lea

heard the answer:

- Do not believe it. If I had not pushed while he admired a sports car in a

window on the other side of the street, it would be in the process of showing off his

new racing car by now

is.

The couple smiled and then looked down at Lea watching them swallowing

another sip of

coffee.

- Are you okay? asked the man to Zack.

- Not really, no. You know I hate latecomers. And you, Xavier, on this chapter,

you

are unbeatable.

- I put you in a bad mood, really? insisted there by offering a more smiles

wide.

- I'm on my fifth coffee, said Zack. Another minute and I passed liquors

stronger.

Xavier laughed and also patted on the shoulder of his friend to push his

office. He passed Lea who smiled at him quickly, and stopped to say hello.

- Hello sir, 'she replied.

- Miss, I leave you with Madame, I have to talk business with

Mr. Greystone is obviously not a very good mood. Honey, he continued with his

address

friend, I do not have one for long.

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She nodded a nod then settled in the chair. Once the two men

disappeared in the huge office, Claire got up and approached Lea.

- Excuse me, she said in her soft voice, but this smell of coffee makes me want.

Can I?

Lea stood up quickly.

- Of course, I prepare a cup.

- Do not bother, I can very well do.

- I assure you that it does not bother me. I would also serve me another cup.

The woman thanked her and sat back in the chair. When Lea brought him his

cup, Claire held out a hand on which shone a diamond adorning her left ring finger.

Clear

smiled, noticing the interest of the young woman whose eyes were fixed on the

marvel.

- Do you like it?

- Oh! I had never seen such a big stone on the fingers of a woman, said Lea a

so slightly mocking.

But his smile disarmed the lady who found himself laughing too.

- My fiance has chosen precisely because the weight of the stone eventually slow

me and that

would thus more spending his time chasing after me.

- It's a nice excuse quipped Lea.

- It is lucky that the jewel of splendor clears dubious jokes. It was she who

me want to say yes.

The two women laughed together.

* * *

When the two men came out of the office a quarter of an hour later, they surprised

the two

Women laughing. Their relationship seemed perfect. Obviously, they were not

even the

heard happen. It was Xavier reacts first by placing before them. Lea, in its view, is

up, smiled one last time Claire then went back to his desk. While

"Goodbye" was coming from both sides, Claire stepped up Lea saying,

- I was delighted to meet you. Perhaps could we the opportunity to continue

our discussion before a good meal? How about tomorrow between noon and two?

Lea assured her she would be delighted.

Intrigued by the sudden friendship between the two women and the evident

complicity knew

born during the quarter hour when they were alone, the two men exchanged a

glance

look. Zack walked her to the door and went out with them in the lobby. Lea could

hear only

discreet whispers. She quickly grabbed her phone again and began his

ride to get on the phone another director reluctant to the idea of paying bills.

* * *

At 19 hours, she was on the start tidying his desk with a perfect meticulousness.

It marked a break, to see if she had not forgotten, when the door of Zack office

opened. She reproached herself for not being quick enough: if it had not lingered

ten

seconds too long, she could have avoided it. Now it was too late. She had no player

on

ears and could not act as if she had not heard. She grabbed her purse and walked

towards the exit after releasing a "Good evening sir Greystone" an exemplary

politeness to his

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boss. She thought he was about to answer the same - it was the least polite - and

they

would stick there. But he called out before she could reach the door:

- Lea, you have a minute?

No, she was not. Now it was time to leave and take full advantage

a relaxing evening. And relaxing with Zack Greystone was not quite what we

could

to expect. Still, she nodded. The shoulder bag and hand on the handle of the

door, she clearly expressed his desire to leave, even if she had to give her boss

thirty seconds of his time - one minute seemed too long.

Zack walked slowly toward her while staring silently. Was she aware of

emotions she aroused in him? Or was oblivious to her charms? Standing in front of

her,

he still had not uttered a single word. She looked at him blankly, meaning it all

just another nod and a "Yes? "Graceful it was time for him to

express themselves.

- I wanted to ask you ...

But what did he ask about? She was not all night in front of her to try

to probe his secret thoughts telepathically.

- Is it by chance ... you would be free tonight?

Zack felt there was a bit strong. They had met only recently, in addition, it

worked for him, he knew that attempt a seduction that the approach could serve.

Mainly

it does not show the happy air of a woman waiting for a tryst. Still, he had

could not help but try.

Lea was not, strictly speaking, outraged such a proposal since it did not understand

the

wherever he was going. No idea the trouble he felt before her, she simply believed

he proposed her to stay a little longer in the office.

- Mr Greystone, I know that there is still much work to do and that half is

not yet complete. But I can assure you that tomorrow ...

- It's not what I meant, he defended himself. I suggested you only dinner with

me tonight ... if ever you were free.

At this stage of the discussion, it was to be the last stupid not to understand what

he was behind the head. Completely dazed, almost shocked by his request, she

shook her

head in silence, his mouth open, trying to get a pleasant word to cut short this

discussion. It took exactly seven seconds to recover and get to meet:

- I ... you ... no, I ...

Was she there?

- I have a few problems with some files and I thought it would be better

see it all over dinner, he lied. This would have the impression of not really work.

- Oh! i understand.

No, she did not understand at all. She replied politely keeping his distance

as if she was talking to his boss, not the man who called out:

- We could see all this tomorrow morning. I do not think ... Can I be honest with

You?

- Of course.

- I think dinner with his boss is not a good idea. Especially at night. Some

people could see us and it would generate ridiculous gossip. Lunch hutch

fittest.

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She found herself blushing slightly while he was still staring. Slowly, he took her

hand.

She felt the warmth of her fingers through his body.

- I must also me be honest with you the records can wait. I wanted to

ask her out.

Lea freed his hand sharply.

- Mr Greystone, I'm know your reputation, I never thought you me

would such a proposal. I am your employee! I think if you want to go out

evening, you will not fail to find each other. Excuse me, but I have to go.

Draped in his dignity, she missed the handle then executed again his gesture and

finally managed to

open the door. She closed it without scandal even though it seethed with anger

what he had

proposed was unacceptable. Even though he was rich, handsome, attractive and

confident, it gave him

no right to ask an employee to go out with him. It led to his rage

home. She did not even take dinner time. She was in need of a good bath to

lavender. She would eat later.

* * *

The next morning, during the journey leading to the office, Lea felt a little upset.

The episode of the day before had upset. There was no way for her to get caught in

flirting with her boss. His thoughts stopped themselves when it finally arrived at

their destination.

She parked, got out of his car and rushed bravely to the elevator. Today was going

to be a

day like any other, is she assured him. She opened the door, greeted the secretaries

were busy

already like bees, walked to his desk: no Zack Greystone on the horizon. Very

good. The day began. Twenty minutes later, the door opened on the boss

costume. He bowed in the wings of a hello impersonal, almost grabbed a workbook

that theft

secretary handed him then, his eyes fixed on the closed object, entered his office.

Lea took his

breath and continued his work. When midday rang Lea noticed that he had been a

perfect invisibility. She took the opportunity to try to slip away quietly when Claire

made her

entry.

- Hello! she joyfully threw Lea.

His arrival took her by surprise: she had completely forgotten their appointment. It

was like

if his exchange with his boss had overshadowed all his other memories of the night

before.

- Are you ready? Claire went into a big smile.

Doing a bad job against heart, she followed Claire reluctantly. He was not

unpleasant, occasionally, to be guided.

* * *

The afternoon passed without major incident, Zack receives many visitors in his

den

air conditioned, each offering a wide smile Lea preaching came to bosses with

the intercom. Their discussions were limited to "Mr. Greystone, John Doe wants to

see you" or

although "Your appointment 16 hours, Mr. Greystone", where he answered a

"Yes, let him come." The banality of these sentences comforted Lea who much

preferred to have this

kind of relationship with his new boss.

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He was left with only twenty minutes before finally leaving his workplace. She

decided to pack his desk a small adjustment of the pencil holder so that it is in

perfect symmetry

from the table, a bit of a wipe. Frankly, she had nothing else to do for

wait up to 18 hours. Perhaps, for boredom income gallop could she go

serve some fresh water? The heat was suffocating. The summer was going to be

scorching. She was

so absorbed by the blue sky she did not see approaching Zack Greystone who gave

him a

clear voice:

- Lea, you can come in my office?

She almost dropped his glass. After an industrious effort, she managed to nod and

follow him.

Zack had taken off his jacket. His white shirt, impeccably ironed, gave the

impression

have been put to the same time. Only the sleeves rolled corroborated the fact that

he

spent the day working. As he settled behind his desk, putting a dam

between her and him, she had time to watch it. It emanated from his person so

much heat that it

as was input on. He was handsome, her brown hair down her neck and

left arm bare muscled see on tanned skin.

- There should review the record of the Crenus society. I am not satisfied with the

turn of

events.

Lea jumped again. She could not help but react immediately by small

jumps every time he opened his mouth. He would eventually believe nervous. And

that thought

put uncomfortable, she had to find a way to keep a dignified and quiet before him,

otherwise it was likely to ridicule again. She stopped to observe while trying to

maintain a prisoner hair behind her ear. He was obviously waiting for a response.

- What's the problem? she asked quietly welcoming to have managed to control its

emotions.

Then he looked up and met his gaze. She winced at the dark blue of his

wards which fixed without flinching.

- The director of the box refuses to meet me. This is the second time he cancels a

dinner.

I do not know why, so I told myself that you may have the answer. Am I in me

something that might put off someone pushing the idea of dinner with me?

This could have passed for humor if she had not seen even a slight grin on

his lips, but his eyes were cold, unfeeling. He continued to fix pending

response, arms resting on the table.

- I do not know what to tell you, she hesitated.

- Really?

- You should ask him. No doubt he had an impediment.

- Really? he repeated quietly.

It was absolutely necessary that it ceases to fix. She was going to end up losing the

few resources that it

left. It was too impassive, and his question felt the trap full nose.

- I thought you'd know address this issue, 'he said. After all, you

denied, you too, my company.

- I just said that, your employee, I could not afford someone we

path dinner together.

- You believe that there is carpet spies in every town the restaurant ready to feed

office rumors?

- No, I mean ...

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- You went to lunch with Claire, my sister, and it did not cause you any problems.

- We agreed to a meeting the first time that we have seen and ...

- So to have the honor of dining with you, I must be a woman?

- Listen ... I ...

- Or wait until noon.

- Mr Greystone, it would really you let me finish my sentences.

He waved his hand to encourage him to continue. Obviously, it looked okay

to enable this great honor. This move put her in a bad mood and she ends up

finding

really rude.

- Listen, I'm here to do my job. I expect nothing else from my colleagues and from

my boss a little respect. I do not think dinner with you would be a good idea. As

I have already pointed out, we can talk about work at work and if you feel like

going out you

fun, I'm sure you have enough knowledge, outside of your company, for

invite someone else.

Then he got up and walked around the table to get to her.

- You make me dizzy.

From the first moment he uttered this response in a long murmur accentuated by

the

pressure of his warm breath against her neck.

She turned her head to look at him in the face. They stood too close to one

another. Zack mouth with fleshy lips made him some effect ... she drove

immediately

shaking his head.

- I think I'd better go home, she said, rising. I do not like the turn

take the events.

- Really? he whispered, his eyes shining.

He grabbed her by the arm and suddenly hugged. As soon as his lips pressed

against hers,

with force, Lea did not know how to react. She felt a torrent of emotions assaulting

her body while

Zack's hand kept gentle pressure on his arm. He touched his right hand his

hair tied in horse-tail. This was when the kiss became more insistent that she

managed to

escape his embrace. Violently pushing, she slapped him.

* * *

Lea could not sleep. She constantly reliving the scene that had opposed

his boss. Its light kiss and more demanding it shortened to a stinging slap. She

saw again leave the office after that, full of anger, seeking the appropriate means or

force

need not to go into the office and thrash kicked in the shins. The

violence had never been his forte. However, more than three hours after the

incident, she felt

still boiling anger that ran through his nerves. She was ashamed of having abused

as left

easily. Zack Greystone was not to be his first attempt? Had there not been a sign

front-runner? The dinner invitation was the beginning of outrage. She turned

angrily in

bed, pressing his face against the pillow. There were many ways to approach the

problem, but

she still hesitated on the best solution: it could sue for

harassment in the workplace. Or call his brothers to the rescue to punish

l 'kisser by thrusting rocks in the pockets to sink in the river. Lea

turned and stared at the ceiling. You should not exaggerate anyway punishment.

Resign?

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So much easier but a little loose anyway, if she confessed. She did not see why this

it would be to flee the monster in the month of July as summer jobs had already

found

lessee. It would be better to jump at his throat to make him regret his actions rather

than

quit his job with the hope, too thin, to find one another quickly. Yet despite its

desire for revenge, she had trouble imagining again facing him. It was perhaps the

dismiss. After all, he could very well be truly monstrous, turning to all-will most

recalcitrant and congratulating the CDI by admirers of his stolen kisses. Lea shook

her head. He

was now sleeping. But to think of anything but her lips, hot, put on his mouth,

was very difficult. After long minutes in bed in search of a suitable position

fast asleep, she decided that the best way lay in this one sentence: it

resign.

* * *

Zack, lying on his couch, had just finished his second bottle of beer. He stood in

the darkness, the half-closed shutters It raged for being stupid enough to believe it

his feelings. It was the first time in his life he was dealing with a real shot

lightning. He had the sensation of falling into the abyss of pain where pleasure was

held

in compliance with an almighty uncertainty. Lea had subjugated. Her beauty had a

lot:

shiny, long silky black hair, big blue eyes and a mouth so meaty that

had immediately want to grab it ... How could he resist the magnetic pull?

This feeling dizzy, new for him, had plunged in an ocean of violent emotions,

disturbing and uncontrollable. He knew Lea only recently, but already he

understood it

could be the woman he had waited all his life. Fully impregnated with this

thunderbolt, it

had not even thought about the possibility that his feelings may not be reciprocal.

He had

want to kiss and honestly believed she wanted too. How could he show

naive enough to believe that his dream was to fulfill while evidently the young

woman

felt for him than indifference? Even aversion, now that he had rushed to

her ... He felt hurt. The pain made him the sharp pikes effect pounding her heart. It

was

humiliated for having given up at this point. He was angry all the more that he

never reacted well

previously. Usually he seduced women without having to jump on them at the first

occasion. He was almost impossible to imagine what would happen when he would

see her tomorrow

at the office. It was imperative to recover and act as if nothing had happened. It

would ignore probably for some time, is sneaking in the corridors, back against the

wall in

perfect silence ...

He put his empty bottle on the coffee table next to the chair. Slowly, he ran his

hands

before his eyes and pressed his palms there. It was time to go to sleep. Tomorrow

would enough

early ...

* * *

Lea arrived at the office the next morning, almost before the rooster. She had risen

to

prepare his resignation letter she wrote in one go, citing as the reason for his

departure,

irreversible incompatibility with her boss. She had wanted to blacken the pages,

Greystone with Zack as the prototype of vulgarity and incompetence. The portray

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as a sexually active stalker had attempted a moment. Then she was told that a short

neutral letter had better do. While 6 o'clock struck, Lea knew Mr. Tourelle not

going

soon. Grabbing the envelope containing his valuable starting letter, she went to his

Office for filing it. After that, she would only have to go make coffee while

waiting

his arrival. But what she saw, once the door opened, and she felt the disconcerted

she lost

its superb. Already, calm awaited beginning to move away to make room for

anger. His

blue eyes recanted and she held her breath, still resting on the handle hand.

- Well, you are ... Lea morning.

Mr Tourelle, with his usual kindness, gave him a wide smile. But she did not

manage to

mislead him. Zack stood near the windows, his cold eyes fixed on her. Mr Tourelle

got up and came to shake hands with Lea to wish him good morning. Without

noticing the disorder

young woman, he said:

- It falls well! Imagine with Mr. Greystone we were doing to us

ask what could well mean these annotations.

While continuing to talk, he put before the eyes open big binder full of numbers.

- Since you are here, we can finally breathe. We had to bang his head against the

walls! Mr. Greystone has even suggested to hire on the spot as a decryption.

Mr Tourelle laughed good-naturedly - the fact that it is the only one to laugh

escaped him

completely. Venturing out of the room, he ended with the words:

- Of course, you will leave early tonight. Meanwhile, I'll bring you more

puzzles. Where are these files? Oh yeah ... I think I left them near the photocopier.

I

back.

He went out of the room, almost humming. Lea, who had not moved, jumped in

heard the door close. Come face to face with the man she wanted to flee

disturbed at the highest point. In the few seconds that preceded it had not known

how to react, leaving Mr Tourelle begin his jovial monologue and complete

without it

manages to make a gesture or sound. She was trying to regain confidence in it

while Zack

was still in the same position, arms crossed, leaning on the wall and always layered

look

on it. When she stepped forward to hand him the envelope, it does not manage to

watch the

in the eyes.

- I bring you my letter of resignation. I did not need to ask notice. So that's what

morning I left the company.

Zack let out a big sigh, stared at the envelope and then decided to move. While Lea

turned around, happy with the idea out of this uncomfortable piece for her nerves,

she

heard the answer:

- So it's like that ... You put the mess in the business, you ameutez the

shareholders, key executives are fired - some will even answer their facts

and acts to justice. We hurry to find a solution while the company gradually loses

its influence because of a big budget problem, and then we're all trying to

work hard to turn the corner, you ... you leave the ship! You let us extricate

ourselves

as if this concerned you more!

Lea turned suddenly furious. His eyes darted flashes of anger and it was

a dry voice she replied:

- You know very well why I'm leaving.

- No, really, he replied slowly. Why are you going anyway?

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She looked at him, cursing his bad faith and his voice too quiet, too weighted.

- I missed you respect.

- Oh, that? Your old leader, starting, about you in few glowing terms. The

first of complaints concerned a certain lightness ... from you.

Lea could not believe his ears. Her eyes widened in amazement and anger while

continued momentum.

- I wanted to see for myself if you were really that kind of woman.

Indignant Lea still manages to control himself and it was in a tone more frigid it

replied:

- You made me take a test?

He watched idly, noticing how much anger made her eyes shine and brought to

her cheeks a nice splash of color.

- I can not believe it! she went on. You made me take a test?

- It can be said like that, he said nonchalantly.

- And you expect to embrace all office employees to satisfy your need to know

if we can trust them?

- I admit that this idea occurred to me, 'he said, half smiling. But I soon

found that half of the employees here were male and I do not want to arouse the

any misunderstanding.

- It's just a shame! And there remained the slightest regret in me to resign, I

assure you that now, I have no more.

- Okay, I would not have considered the outrageous of this madman. But I

did not know you, even if Mr Tourelle, I do not quite know the rest,

you presented it as the mainstay of the company, I had to know who I was dealing.

- By throwing on me?

- We are in decline, if not on the verge of bankruptcy. Try to

show you reasonable. You are, of course, to blame me and hate me for this gesture

innocuous (Lea winced at the word and almost replicate sharply but Zack was the

fastest but we :)

we need you to upgrade for all. It is you who have provided evidence of

scandalous actions of former executives, and it is still you who know how we

allow to build a concrete case. Naturally, I could hire someone else

to do this work. But this person will be formed and it would take too much time.

You

you know where to look. So stop acting selfishly and think that if within ten days

come, date of the trial, we do not present other evidence, savers and

all the small shareholders will not even recover a penny of their investments.

Do our work first and then you can leave the company if you still feel like it

but this time, with the satisfaction of accomplishment.

- It does not surprise me that you are the head of an empire. With phrases like

these,

you have to lift the crowds, she quipped. "Honor and integrity." "Courage" too.

- Absolutely, I see that you have understood.

- No doubt it would be more reasonable when you introduce me your excuses.

- You could not work with me if you feel anger or contempt ... and

even less if I do not apologize. Is that correct?

- Very much so.

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- So if I apologize, you do not feel for me to anger or

contempt?

- Let's be honest, I will continue to feel angry, but I'll try to contain it.

- The resignation has had a life expectancy of one hour. She died alone, forgotten

of all!

He took the letter, tore it and threw it in the trash. Then, quietly, he moved behind

office and continued:

- A little poetry has never hurt anyone.

- An apology either.

Zack met his gaze. He had vowed not to let go to be desired as to

Obviously she had nothing to do. It was obvious he did not like it. Thus, it was

better to forget these unfulfilled desires to focus solely on work.

- I would not have had to test you. Believe me, I am sorry, too, that episode. It was

almost a trauma for me. Just as it was for you. For it was the first time

I did not feel anything kissing a woman. This will not happen again. Be quiet.

Unflattering words he had just run him Lea comforted in the thought that she had

really dealing with a cad. Naturally, she was relieved, but he could refrain from

doing this

disparaging comment.

Leaving his office and shoving Mr Tourelle who came up with a stack of files in

hands, she found herself cursing his boss. It was very humiliating for a young

woman

be told that she was no effect on a man. She took the files that Mr Tourelle him

tended and it was the scowl she sat on his desk.

- What a cad! if she muttered to release his aggressiveness.

Would she rather he tells her that kiss was the trigger for a true

passion? No of course. So much the better if it had no view on it. She could work

in the

serenity.

- What a cad! she repeated.

Then, after a long breath, she decided not to grant any importance to

Zack could think Greystone. Even if she wanted to return to him to tell him that it

was

the first time as she kissed a man without feeling anything at all . Lea stopped his

hand on the top of the pile of records and found himself reliving the episode who

had put in a

rage. She had loved that kiss. Only the situation had displeased him. No, it was

better really

she stop thinking about this embarrassing episode. It did not even kiss: just

Asked lips on his. How dare he say that he had felt nothing? Not

she wanted him to say the opposite, she continued to think furiously. But where he

been raised to be as casual a situation that should have been embarrassing. TO

Obviously, it was not his kind of woman but she would have thought that kissing

could, would

had to get her feelings. He threw it in the face with such conviction that she had

was about to kiss her strength to make it back the words in the throat!

Of course, the day before, she did not let him. But she still felt

something. That nothing which he had watered displeased him. She did not believe

he was trying to

injury. This would have been the last straw! He replied him that with such

casualness as if the

fact of having touched had really nothing to it. Lea was vexed to dwell on this kind

of

comments that her ill at ease, regardless of which side she saw the thing. Because

of the bad

hand, it had succeeded, once again, to win. And in the right, she did not have

enough sex appeal

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to let enjoy a Casanova who was to embrace all-will of all carriers

skirts reach of his arm. Was it really the right side of it for not having seduced? All

fact, she scolded, shocked by his own thoughts. But still ...

Lea began to activate. She took workbooks and décortiqua tangled lines

numbers. Three hours later, when they saw her new boss, she stopped a polite

voice

but cold:

- Excuse me, I wanted to tell you that the work is almost finished. Tonight, it will

be

completely. After that, I ask you to let me go. I leave my company

completed work.

- How? he managed to say when he saw the lips of the young woman back position

close, which meant she had finished speaking.

- My work will be finished tonight. You will have all the proof you need

that you want to pursue justice. After that, I will go. I quit ... once my

job done.

Zack nodded slowly and made as if all this does not really concerned.

- As you wish. You are free, miss Mariani. Please excuse us yet

for any inconvenience.

- Certainly not.

She turned her back and walked out of the room.

* * *

He went into his office, rabies heart. After all, it was probably the best solution.

He knew that it was almost impossible to continue to rub shoulders knowing what

she thought of

him. He sat in his office but could only run a simple "Shit! "Aggressive. He had to

really recover. It was not like she was the only survivor of a nuclear war. He

There were other women, dammit! He was not going to wreck the heart to force

seen writhing in

pain every time she put eyes on him. He would see others seductive women

would share his feelings. But he knew, without understanding from whence this

certainty,

that his departure would destroy it. Act as if their meeting had never occurred to

pretend

it does not exist, annihilate the emotions it inspired him would be a daunting thing.

He

knew. And he was already suffering.

* * *

Back home, Lea slumped on the couch. Now, through the fault of the man she

found unemployed. Was it really his fault after all? After the dubious episode of

the kiss

stolen, he had apologized to him. Then, his attitude was the most neutral and

distant

possible. He had moved most sought contact. Why had she left the company? To

the leak, certainly ... She had to go to the obvious: this man had scared him.

Despite its

initial antipathy, she found extremely appealing. Too well. It was this contrast in

emotions which intrigued. Did she really hated? Rising of the chair, she began to

pacing the room in total disarray. What to do, my God? What to do?

The brain in turmoil, she manages to sleep until dawn. At half past twelve, she was

suddenly awakened by the sound of the bell. She rubbed her eyes insistently

looked without

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include the time neon figures on waking, and launched an "Oh no! "Chagrined to

have slept

so late. It was not until the second bell rang she became aware that someone was

trying

obviously to get in touch with her. His imagination, which had still not subsided

him

think the worst. But if a sniper about to shoot him waiting in front of her, would he

really bothered to ring?

- The A! launched the voice through the closed door. You are the? This is Claire!

Open me!

In his room, Lea perceived only half of the sentence. Only the first appeared to him

distinctly. She frowned, and wondered how Claire had her address, possibly

the she had given her, she did not remember anymore. His head was seething with

so many thoughts

contradictory as to its hypothetical future she had completely overshadowed what

she could

tell Claire during lunch. She jumped out of bed too quickly and almost spread out

on the floor.

She swore, which did him good: there was no better than a lot of bad words to

recover

straight and calm down his nerves. Hair not combed, his holding crumpled night

She ran to the front door and opened it to the young woman.

- Oh, Lea, I just heard what happened. I was worried.

Lea wondered how to react. Should she smile at him in welcoming him and

thank for having cared enough to come and see how she felt? Or should she

bar his entry, protesting that she had not left the company and the (beautiful)

monster who directed

to spend time with her sister?

- I went to the office to invite you to lunch and there, Zack told me everything.

Lea was curious to know what "everything" could mean for Zack. Had he talked

about

This stolen kiss that had so embarrassed that she had come to say it would be less

dangerous to swim in the sea with sharks rather than stay close to him? A boss

was not necessarily to behave like a cad, a Betty Warren at bay, each

feminine appearance. Even though about, and remember tore his low opinion that

could grant this man, he was fierce, saying that kiss made him the same

effect the taste of nothingness, an insensitive nothing, a quickly forgotten episode.

She did not know why this memory as the disturbed. Or why the explanation of

this

"Void of emotion kiss" the enraged, much less why she felt humiliated to have

was treated as a girl could kiss when we wanted without feeling the slightest

effect. Lea, however, decided it was time to get dressed to go out to lunch with

Claire ... not

probably for the last time. So she went to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, she left her room dressed in a light summer dress red arriving

him

just below the knee. When she came into the room, she was shocked to find there

Zack, in conversation with his sister. His blood began to boil and she could feel his

veins

inflate each heart beat. The monster was in his house. But what nerve! Where

believed he? In a train station? When Zack finally turned and saw him, she

machine-gunned his eyes "intense hatred" mode.

- When I pointed out that I resigned, she began snapping, it meant

not that you could bring me home folders.

Zack shook his head and replied hurriedly:

- These records are not for you, I understand what the term means

"Resignation". My coming has a different goal.

- I'm not at all curious to know which one. Therefore, do not feel obliged to

stay.

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Claire winced, stepping back. As if to leave more space two

rabid beasts ready to fight.

- I came because I was worried ...

- Incredible ... You thought I was gone with the computer?

- I was not talking about that kind of concern.

- You can make an inventory of my desk and you will find that it lacks

not even an eraser.

- If you let me finish my sentence ..., 'he said through clenched lips.

- I'm not in the office. You are no longer my boss. I, too, have fun

Now listen to me talk without letting you put one.

- Okay, he said, stepping back to the exit. You're not in the mood. Moreover,

have you ever been? I should not have come!

- Indeed. There are lots of things that you would never have done.

The implication wounded Zack. Even if he could, with great imagination,

understanding his

reaction, never thought she would feel such contempt for him.

- I just came to tell you that your resignation may be reviewed if it would have

been

discount on a whim. I do not want the extra work of the last few hours you

grows to abandon your post.

- Because you think I resigned because of it ?

- Why else if not? he replied dryly.

- Yet it seemed to me that the answer was obvious. Yet it seemed to me you have

demonstrated the major reason why I was leaving. I am surprised that a man

reached such

position does not remember what we told him. Or do you really listen to you?

He had already apologized to him. He even went so far as to think he was going to

him

resubmit. However, all in the attitude of the young woman was currently off

from him. Therefore, it was a stern voice he answered:

- I wanted to reassure you. I regret it. Given your response, I would have had to

abstain. But

is not the first time that I regret my actions to you. And when I see you as you

are today - cantankerous and truly unsympathetic - I am pleased that you have

chosen the

only sensible solution: your departure is a relief. For everyone.

- If ever your company finally made bankrupt, you could always convert you

comic, because what you just said is hilarious, really, said Lea.

- Magician tempt me better. I would like to know enough to remove some.

- Cut into pieces would be more your thing.

- The view that you have of me leaves me perplexed. What have I done to deserve

so much

compliments? On second thought ... do not give me an explanation. I like to think

that sympathy

I release is inexplicable.

He eyed the then turned and grabbed the handle. He went out very quickly,

slamming the door.

* * *

That evening, Zack and Claire were sitting in a fancy restaurant. A place where the

servers

impeccably dressed in white held in their gloved hands in silver trays in which

they carried the appetizers, without blinking, in a silent march, among the whispers

discrete customers.

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- Since we are alone, Claire began smiling, I think it's time you

explain a little what happens.

- What do you mean? Zack asked without sounding the least disconcerted world.

- You have memory problems? Or is it selective?

- You have speech problems? Or maybe you miss vocabulary?

- You know what I mean.

- I'm not psychic.

- Zack! she said, frowning. There are a few hours, I was in a place

rejoicing, a small suburban house. And I was not alone.

- Oh! That!

- Lea is a remarkably beautiful woman. Very nice too. Funny. And a great help.

Without it, I think I would have sunk in melancholy, wondering how I was going

to

get out while the approach to marriage might make me mad!

- The life of a woman is so complicated! he sneered.

- What happened to just you? She just told me that you were not very good friends.

It was unbearable to you, and I spend on other adjectives that could make you sink

in depression.

While saying this, she offered him a wide smile.

- Okay, I'll tell you everything. I ask you to note every sentence in case, a

day, you would want to write a novel.

- Stop joking second.

- Well ... let's say that my behavior with her was not that of a gentleman.

- That is to say?

- I invited her to dinner one night after work. She refused. So the next day I

kissed her, he said calmly as if he had just spoken to him time he was going to do

tomorrow.

Claire rolled her eyes, speechless.

- What? But you know her a long time?

- I invited her to come out the next day we met.

- What? And ... how does she react?

- According to you?

- Do you realize she could file a complaint against you? There is a whole army of

lawyers

desperate to advocate this kind of harassment. Good blood Zack, what happened to

you

head?

- I do not know ... I wanted to kiss her. I thought it was mutual.

- Tell me ... you were under the influence of drugs?

Claire fell from the clouds.

- So that's why she resigned? You really are a funny boss. Tell me

she tell you slapped at least it would calm down for a while.

- Bingo!

- You seem to take it as a joke but it is certainly not the case.

Zack knew she was right. But he could not stop taking any mockery. He

had not come to lunch with her so she dissects his heart and brain research

what they contained about Lea. For himself, troubled, worried and angry at

feelings

still overwhelmed at the thought of the young woman did not know how to

decipher its

reactions.

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- I do not want to, you know, he managed to admit more seriously.

- You want you because you missed a shot? You can talk to me frankly. I

introduced you

"friends" with whom you had a great time! But I warn you, Lea is really

a good person. I do not know for a long time but I have this feeling that she will be

a good friend for me as I hope to be for her. I can not forgive you for

hurt him. I you will prevent yourself! She was working for you, you were his boss,

you did not

to react as you did.

- You think I do not know? he replied by shaking a little. It's too late for me

moral and you're not my mother. I point out to you that you should really worry a

bit for me.

- I should worry? he then she asked softly.

Zack pulled back the salmon dish that we had just served them. He was not hungry

now. His

one desire was to run away from this atmosphere that was beginning to put

uncomfortable. He

even wanted to have the ability to go back in time to react in a different way to

The A. Because he felt now that mixture of sadness and suffering, it was

unbearable. Yet he had tried to persuade himself that Lea could not represent both

things for him while he barely knew, than a thunderbolt based beauty

was almost laughable that his reaction had exceeded the limits of stupidity. He

knew it all. He

eyes met Claire who had not taken his eyes.

She watched Zack expression changes: closed face, jaw tension,

tight lips. She was beginning to wonder what really felt when Zack

heard finally answer the question:

- Yes. You should.

* * *

Lea, even though it was forbidden to attend again the sister of a monster, had spent

the

morning with Claire trying on her wedding dress. And run all afternoon throughout

another of the store looking for the perfect dress had exhausted. At 8 pm, when

she had just put his feet in his living room, Lea had only one desire: to run a bath

and

go to sleep. She worried a little to feel it vulnerable to fatigue, as if old age

had caught. Because at his age he would normally have taken him a three-hour race

consecutive to a thousand meters hurdles jumps to feel well washed. The shop

without concealed

probably a magical power that transformed young women victims of poor sleep:

there

came full of vitality, you spent a few hours and then left the shop with only

like the rest.

While she was brushing her teeth, she looked at his face in the mirror: her eyes

blue were impatient of being closed. Was she pretty? The question might seem

silly

As her beauty shone. Tired, she rinsed his mouth and threw himself into his bed

and found

sleep fast enough.

* * *

She looked in the mirror wearing her hair in a bun see the left

many small beads that sparkled in her heavy black hair. His eyes, a makeup

terms of eyeliner on the top of the eyelid, brought out the brilliance of his sky blue.

His mouth,

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pulpy, was adorned with a bright lipstick that gave the impression of waiting to be

bitten.

She felt pure happiness when whirled and saw the reflection of her beautiful

wedding dress. The

neckline would attract attention - including that of the man who was waiting in the

church. It

knew he was going to make a big effort to focus on his eyes. She saw herself

running to

slow motion, as if she was flying over the parts to meet him to expect. She heard

him laugh

while in every room she was crossing a cheerful and lively music sounded. This is

when she saw him. In a gray suit who held her captive body when she was

one desire: to remove his shirt and plunge her nails into his flesh, stroking his bare

chest,

kiss her.

* * *

Lea, still asleep, gave a little start and then changed position in bed

Curled up on the pillow, she let her arms wrap around her head. Her breathing

resumed

the deep sleep routine. She let out a sigh and a slight moan while

dream continued.

* * *

He approached her in silence. His gaze avoiding the neckline, she saw that lingered

on her

mouth. She felt her heart to panic when he took her hand to ask a delicate kiss then

pressed. He then grabbed her wrist. This simple contact, discreet, managed to

launch the prodigy in his

body spines pleasure she shivered.

* * *

Lea, still asleep, grabbed his fine cloth and covered in.

* * *

The desire rising in her as if her body was only a volcano waiting

that the eruption would cause another contact. It soon. Man's hand brushed her

the cheek. She pressed herself against him, her heart in the explosion as he beat.

Stuck to the chest

man on his discovery shirt, she felt the same furious beats home. She pressed

against him with fever.

* * *

Lea threw his light blanket and turned, arms still clutching the wide cushion.

* * *

He put his lips on hers. His mouth opened to let the language

man coming to meet his. The passion explosion occurred, clutching Lea

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the man's neck to better enjoy her lips. The intensity of the kiss emboldened him.

His hands

began to descend upon the man, stroking her shoulders, torso and hips in a

sensual dance. She left the hands of man to dwell on his chest, make an outline on

its

belly. She saw the arm down to catch her thigh under the dress he had raised. She

let him do it, letting himself be guided by his movements. She had to take away her

dress and she withdraws

this ceremonial costume to better enjoy the beauty of the mat, muscular body. She

sought

yet his mouth was now resting on his chest. She arched fun but could

himself before the call that consumed her: she would still feel her tongue in his

mouth.

Gently, she grabbed his face and walked back up to it. Then she saw:

- Zack , she launched into a breath. Kiss me again , she said with fever.

Then he would obey, she opened her eyes.

* * *

Lea jumped and found herself sitting on her bed, her hand on her heart was racing,

disheveled hair and body sweat. Startled, she looked at the clock: it was 1am.

Trying to recover her wits, she however not managed to calm the desire she had

felt

in his dream and continued once awakened. She breathed jerkily, her hand still

resting on his chest, trying by this gesture to appease the disordered beating of his

heart to

bay. Finally, regaining consciousness, she realized it was a dream and that dream

was

now over. But that does not comforted, however. Putting his hand on her forehead,

she

could only murmur an "Oh no! "Frightening pain.

It was only a dream. Naturally, she had spent the afternoon surrounded by wedding

dresses.

Unconsciously, she had to soak up the dazzling beauty of these wedding outfits

and dream

she herself wore a. Moreover, in her dream, she was wearing the exact outfit that

Claire

had finally chosen. As for the man in her dream, she could not conceive that it

wants

something other than what she wanted to believe. He'd kissed her and that's why

it was he who had appeared. Quite simply, if she consoled. But she would have

preferred a dream where the

seeing the approach, it would have thrown a jug of iced wine on his regalia instead

of

moan with pleasure under his caresses. Lea closed her eyes and thought that

dreams, it was really

anything.

- I hate that man! she threw out loud in the dark of his room.

She did not know he would have had more conviction that his brain reacts to such

award. But when she managed to get back to sleep, she dreamed more of it. His

secret thoughts

had vanished to make way for an ordinary dream, without consequences for his

mental state. It

Nor knew his brain, generous, gave him only a moment of respite.

* * *

Claire visited his brother. He stood in the living room, sitting on his favorite

armchair in

which he sank with a book in hand, soft music invading the room in the

background. He was

surprised to see her at home on a Sunday morning. He did not scruple to make him

the remark:

- That you moved you so far instead of enjoying a tanning time on your yacht me

filled with joy. I see you have priorities in life. And the first of them is me.

- Stop making the Zouave. We need to talk.

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- I do not like the beginning of the conversation. You're going to tell me that we

will break and you want

change brother?

- I appreciate Lea, she said, flopping into the chair opposite. She really is

charming.

- It's a little early for ghost stories. You do not want that we speak rather

Botanical? I found out in the woods to the right of old oak, a nice variety of

flowers

red growing in the open ...

- And I think she went without paying attention to his attempt at diversion, you

should

ashamed of acting like a senile octogenarian anything to satisfy his desires

cattle, throwing himself into the young and fresh meat.

- I knew Dad would have to lock you up in a tower as soon as he knew you were a

girl. It

would have prevented me from having this kind of conversation years later.

- I'm serious.

- What do you want exactly?

- If you had acted normally, ie seeking to get to know her,

discussing for example, instead of throwing you about to kiss her on the mouth,

you'd be you too

fell in love. For you are like them both. The same lame humor, even biting

when you get attacks kindly to those you love, the same sense of teasing. Anyway,

in

talking with her, I had the feeling of talking to you. If you had been a girl, you

would have been

exactly like her.

- Are you trying to make me understand that we have a hidden sister? he replied by

playing

dread.

- You really are stupid! I try to make you understand that whatever has happened

between you,

you will do me the pleasure to stop get upset every time you see her again. Because

you see her. It

is part of us now. And I even intend to invite him to dinner Tuesday night.

- If I had not expected to go super important for the end of the world

all the great leaders of the country, believe me, I'd be happy to come to this dinner.

But you

understand that this appointment then can not be missed. It is the survival of our

species.

- Zack! if she warmed.

Claire rolled her eyes and breathed on him savagely.

- You're waiting for dinner Tuesday night. Behave properly before it. I just try

to fix things.

- Lea knows I'm invited?

Claire pouted.

- Because if it is, he continued, it may provide heavy artillery. And I warn you,

I will not let myself get shot without returning.

- I can not even use the word "Zack" in front of it, or even "my brother" or

"Zack my brother," so imagine what it is for "Zack, my brother will be there too,"

How ...

say ... I have not yet found the right way to let him know.

- Tell him he will be a fair stand: slaps galore on "Zack tone-in-law-who-will-

there-too."

It may make him want to come.

- I do not want all the women on the planet land. I have not so great

house.

* * *

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Lea arrived at Claire to 19 hours on the dot. Precise as a Swiss watch, however, it

was

time to admire the beautiful scenery of the villa surrounded by poplars. When she

entered the

lounge, the person sitting and half backs straightened. Unconsciously, Lea knew

she was

brought to the recross, but she never would have expected to see him here tonight.

The door of the

house was closed. She was trapped in the Greystone family and best friends.

On its face, some anxiety had to settle for Zack, as usual, took pleasure

to say to his sister:

- You asked? You think it is prudent? Tonight is the full moon.

Advancing towards Lea, wished him good night. She caught the flash of mischief

in his eyes,

as if he was testing. Or made fun of her. The second hypothesis was probably the

most logical.

Maybe she was dreaming. She was going to wake up now, still wrapped in its

cloth, unnerving is trying to break free. She would have preferred it to be the case,

but Zack Greystone

stood before her in the flesh plus the peculiarity that made him infuriating: it

was gifted with speech.

- Do not get excited Lea replied Zack. This is a purely fraternal dinner.

- Ah, there it is: another level has been reached. Now you address me as thou.

Because you

know it's going to piss me off.

- No. It came out alone.

- Well, well, Claire started, we'll leave you a little both for you

can explain. Then we go to table.

- You're not going to leave me alone and more with him? Lea really annoyed.

She grabbed her purse and she was about to leave when he gave her a calm tone:

- It would be easier to make a truce instead of bickering at every turn.

- How does tell you about it so important?

- It's time that one says. And anyway, you can not get out. You think that

I expected your reaction when I locked the doors. It remains the window, but you'll

have to pass

me if you hope to climb. And then ... it's up to you.

He moved a little. Not too much. She was capable of fracturing his tibia if he had

the audacity to graze.

- I understand you're angry. I have done wrong. But ... well ... I misinterpreted

the situation. I felt like a moose. A call. I thought that was what you wanted too.

But

I misread the signals.

- I have not launched any signal. When a pattern begins to ask its employees to the

restaurant,

after work in the evening, it is not very serious.

- Because my skin is sensitive to light of day, he replied with a smile. I can not get

out

at sunset.

- I thought you wanted to be serious.

- I'm sorry. I would not have kissed you.

- That you've said to me. I hope you have recovered from the trauma.

Zack inspired and exhaled loudly. She wondered if it was a sign of nervousness.

But he

continued, still very quiet:

- It was not my intention to make you leave the box. We all had plans for you.

You left, I understand, is entirely due to my vis-à-vis behavior from you. My

apologies

are presented, I expressed my regrets now that you are with my sister, we will be

brought to rub us. I would prefer that it be done in gentleness, if you want your

resume

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position, the door is wide open. But now it's time to bury the hatchet. And of

quiet dinner.

Lea considering speed. She did not know how to react. What he said was the last

sense. But she could not conceive provided to behave as if he was

part of his group of friends. She could not tell him that his presence was painful to

him because it

constantly reminded that damn dream she had about her. Dream? She had to stop

the

consider as well. Rather, it was a nightmare. A taste of hell. A descent into limbo

monstrous where all the monsters of the species gave Zack appointment.

In the next room, Claire, ears glued to the door, realized it was time to

end maintenance. Also, gently, she opened the door and said it was time

sit at the table. Lea knew she had several options that presented themselves to her.

The

first was to leave, proud without one last look. It was rather immature. The other

was

follow Claire in the dining room and to actually go dinner. What to do? How to

react?

She went out of her thoughts when she heard Zack say

- Are you sure that you have chosen? It is not plump for all we satisfy.

She was about to throw him a killer look when Xavier took her by the elbow and

led him to the table.

* * *

Lea feared Zack to sit next to her. Which would have completely cut her appetite,

but he preferred to get in front. It was actually worse, because well, it could as

much as he wanted, he

talk by looking into his eyes. While everyone settled, she glanced at

Zack. You should not have to lie. Her beauty was indisputable. His brown hair

brought him

this almost angelic notes that accorded with the dark blue of his eyes. He had not

had to take

bother to shave because it distinguished a stubble on his cheeks. His shirt was his

resurface

tanned skin. And when he drew his chair to get comfortable, she saw distinctly

his muscles move on its forearms. To tease his brother, Claire asked him why he

was

come alone.

- I regret to admit that I can not touch a woman without a crisis

anguish. I do not want to throw you the stone, he said to Lea by looking into his

eyes which made her

tremble a little, or accuse you for ruining my emotional and sexual life ... but I

must admit

that hit me in a moment that should be only sweetness I completely messed up. I

have

scared now. I stand on my guard. I do not dare make a move. So me women

believe and leave me indifferent.

- This may be a sign of destiny, Lea said looking away to avoid the risk of

let go to contemplate it. Maybe it time for you to start a hermit life,

caulked in a monastery to atone for your sins.

- I like the idea, he said, amused. I always hoped closer to God and enter

his good graces. But there is more simple: as you are responsible for my state of

panic at the

sight of a female hand, you are obliged now to heal me. This will be the goal of

this

Dinner: psychoanalyze me.

- I fear that time will not be sufficient to analyze all the excesses of your life.

- You chronometers the time the last meal? Spent an hour thou table risers?

- After two minutes if you persist to annoy me.

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- I made you angry? he asked, curious. But ... what could I have said? I did

not even come close!

Lea was stunned to realize that Zack was not at all uncomfortable talking about his

time

delusion and how he threw himself on it. He spoke openly, as if the fact

to embrace an almost unknown was common and that there was no reason to be

shocked. It

would have preferred that it is more humble, he really regret having behaved like a

it would ne'er breasted nightclub. Instead, he apologized as

if it was a small mistake that should not be taken seriously. But by cons, took

it to heart. She wanted to curse three generations for him to wake up a little

this latent torpor who advised him not to dwell too long now on a dubious episode

which belonged to a past totally gone. Even his friends, who were to know well, do

seemed no more surprised than that. As if it were customary for this kind of thing.

He had

wanted to kiss her. He had done, saying signals (totally imaginary) that it would

launched and to hear him speak, it was ultimately the only fault. What would she

have done? Himself

before him with a flashing sign that would have made clear that it was looking for

not a mouth reconciliation? His thoughts were swept away by a joke that Xavier

had

throw. When Lea sparkling eyes met those of Zack, his laughter stopped short and

she had the

struggling to catch his breath, as the look he was giving him spoke volumes about

his thoughts: he

seem to be in complete admiration. It lasted less than four seconds and yet, time

seemed to have stopped. Lea laughed herself thinking about what kind of maxim

so often

repeated. How could the time to stop? It was an expression she had never

understood. Tonight, though, was obvious. This man gave him too much effect.

She felt in

his chest his heart to panic. She tried to calm his inner turmoil by cutting a piece

bread. Why was undergoing the attraction of a man she should hate? Instead, it

imagined a moment please him. And she knew immediately that it would be more

dangerous than pleasant.

He had too much power on it if a simple look put her in such a state. She could no

longer

convinced she hated him. It was something else. This kiss, obviously, had been a

nightmare for him had created in it not only frustration but also a desire

Again, almost bestial excitement. She had to take. She had already shown

sufficiently ridiculous. All that was missing it: the Supreme ashamed to be

interested in a man

do considered like an icicle unable to make him feel any emotion.

- You still want a piece of bread? asked Claire.

Lea felt embarrassed. Deep in thought, she nibbled by itself two tranches

bread. She had to recover. Eat without realizing it was a further sign of his

zackienne madness. She tried to entertain the meeting by launching a small joke. It

was his only

defense weapon. Protection that irony brought. A self-control. A self defense.

- I love the Viennese bread, she said, it is very economical to invite me to dinner.

Both ends

bread fill me! by launching a teasing smile which, without her knowing it, was

again melted

Zack.

It was said that we would pick it up with a spoon if it did not include

immediately. His adoration of every gesture or word of Lea became unbearable.

- This is perhaps what attracted Zack says Xavier laughing. I recognize there

penny-pinching.

The discussion continued among the guests. A discussion made little jokes about

gossip

daily and their families. The dessert arrived in a casual atmosphere. When it came

to

coffee, Lea and Claire went to the terrace to enjoy some fresh air. Then she

apologized

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a moment with Lea and the only left. Zack took the opportunity to join. He passed

his sister

whispering:

- Leave us a moment, will you?

Claire nodded a nod and went into the living room. Zack took a deep

inspiration while he admired Lea profile that stood out like a picture of a master

Florentine down his long and light dress delicately raised the slightest draft, its

shiny hair on her tanned skin gave extra shine to its beauty. He did not know

really what to say to him but he was sure he would not let the opportunity pass him

talk face to face.

As soon as he arrived at its height, Lea turned smiling believing to deal with

Claire. The presence of Zack at his side brought up in it as a scorching heat wave

that

sudden. She turned her head quickly, trying to appease his new feelings

unpleasant and inexplicable. Fixing the horizon, he managed to say:

- The most delicious thing I have ever met in fact ... it's you.

He turned in his direction, trying to catch his magnetic gaze. After ten

endless seconds of silence, she looked up and stared. Without hatred. Or approval.

Only a

heartbreak seemed to blossom in her eyes. But his voice was dry and brittle when it

answered:

- Maybe you like to play with people. But I still do not understand why

it's me that you have chosen as the target of your perverse pleasures.

She stared at him without blinking, determined to hear what he was going to be

able to say

now.

- I do not play, he began his defense.

- From the first day, with your smug, you've made fun of my car without

even you be excused for you to be parked two abreast, and I do not even speak

your

office behavior! If I had not met Claire, I'd be far

by now and you would have been forced to fall back on you someone else ... I

already

placed too much of my valuable time to your mockery and here I am again here to

listen to you talk

still wondering once when you will eventually shut up. It's maybe your smile

friends, but that does not make me laugh at all. So ... I'm going to go now.

- The A ...

- What?

She warmed up to as she spoke. The disorder she felt for him was

unbearable, insurmountable. She could not tolerate such a man, disrespectful and

full of himself

Similarly, can procure such sweet sensations. And she would prefer a thousand

times to the worst

torments to let him see that she was not so indifferent it to its charm.

- I do not have to endure your mood swings and your biased behavior. I just want

go home.

He caught her by the elbow to force him to stay. She tried to break free but he held

her by her

words:

- I may sound silly but if I behave well, it's only because you put me

uncomfortable. You look at me with so much anger! You've forged a false picture

of me and few

friendly. It's my fault, but you should learn to give people a second chance.

- Why? What it can do well that I find sympathetic or do not you?

- Lea, he whispered, his eyes lingering on her mouth.

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He stood very close to her. Too probably. He could smell her perfume, the

sweetness of a fruit

yet defended. The desire rose in him with such force, as if his senses were swept

by a

violent tidal wave. He had only one thing to do to hug her waist. Letting his fingers

run over

hips of the young woman and feel through the fabric flesh waiting. He was

completely

crazy about her. This, he was already confessed.

Lea now looked a little less anger. She felt, too, the same

tingling. The same sense of urgency that attracted to him. After a few seconds

mutual contemplation, Zack put his lips on hers. Gently. As if touched

a dream. The pressure grew stronger when he pressed his body against hers. When

finally his

tongue found hers, an almost indecent desire whirlwind takes them both. A

the explosion of bliss together while the kiss became more passionate. He let his

hands

on her hips, just a moment. Then, slowly, despite the fury of his desire, he went to

his

he grabbed the neck. The presence of his hand on it made him lose his head. But

Lea managed to escape

his embrace. Placing his palms against his chest, she managed to push him away.

Panting and still

hypnotized one by the other, they looked in silence. Zack wanted to take their

antics but Lea

refused. With tears in her eyes, she shouted, "No! "Raising his hand on him. He

grabbed her

wrist before she even manages to give him a second slap.

- You do not want? he managed to say in a pained whisper.

- Leave me alone!

She freed her wrist and dealt him a slap. She could only blame itself

before the disastrous result of his own behavior. Because, after all, what was there

to trouble

feel attraction to an attractive man? It was, after all, quite normal. There was

not even enough to be afraid. Was not what she had always wanted? It happened

something. He could not say he had felt anything this time. She tried to escape

again but Zack caught her by the arm. It was now crucial: how was it

react? His brain boiling, gave him many guidelines to follow, ordering him to the

slap him again, ordering him to kiss her again, dictating conflicting data: running

her home to caulk until it reaches an age so advanced that it would have any

forgot this traumatic episode. Or let Zack expression. Act as if this had

no impact on his emotional state. Or start looking forward to the man a look of

sensual tenderness that he pounces on it to start a third kiss. His thoughts, agitated,

did not last more than ten seconds.

- Lea, we need to talk!

She nodded to agree, as if it were an innocuous discussion on the

weather.

- I'm a bit tired of receiving slaps.

- I'm tired of having to also inflict.

- I do everything backwards. I try to make you understand how I feel, and each

time, I

think I see a little spark interest in your eyes. So I came here to ask you

the matter and put things in their place. Lea, do you feel a little spark of interest for

me?

The question was straightforward. The answer should be as well. But she did not

want to come

answer for now. She just ask:

- I understand that kiss me represented a challenge for you:

whether you will succeed in finally feeling any emotion instead of the sidereal void

you felt on your first try.

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She stared at him without blinking, leaving the choice to say yes if he wanted

actually pursue a frank discussion. He shook his head, frowning.

- Do you feel attracted to me? he insisted. I can not believe you did ressentes

nothing!

- There are however some people who never feel anything ...

- Are you talking about me?

- Do you? You believe that there are many men to have kissed me with nothing

feel?

- No, how much?

- This discussion will lead to nothing.

- Instead, you just answer my question. I feel a strong attraction to you.

I thought you had already understood. Unless you think that a man who embraces a

woman twice is possessed by the devil, it is clear that ... for me ... I loved it

kiss.

- Which one?

- Both.

- It will be difficult to believe the word of a man who has lied at least once

then.

- Do not play with me. I never behaved that way and I understand that my

attitude towards you may have seemed sudden to you. But if I've slipped it is

because my attraction to ...

you is very strong, Lea. I did not know you for two minutes I already felt you

could

make me suffer. I can not explain this feeling and I regret having felt. Because he

would have been easier for me to try to seduce you rather than to mess it up by

precipitating

things. I just want to tell you that I loved you from the minute I saw you. And I fell

love from the moment you opened your mouth. It's so new to me, I had trouble me

master. I come to ask your pardon for having you brusque. It was not the purpose

of miss me

respect, I thought you had also understood that you made me much effect. I was

afraid ...

and at the same time looking forward ... to kiss you.

Lea opened in surprise. Zack had openly confess his feelings. The coup de

reciprocal lightning does not exist in novels or movies. She lived in

time seemed unreal. Could she, too, telling him she loved him? Did she love him

after

all? She knew nothing. All she knew the man did not really him

good publicity. But she had to admit she had taken pleasure in being in his arms.

- Did I'll still receive a slap?

He approached her. A little closer still. His eyes fixing hers with such intensity

she could feel the warmth invade his whole being. A warmth that paralyzed but

began its slow work of erosion on its commitment.

- Let me time to know you. You kiss me tomorrow.

- Tomorrow, what time?

She wanted to curse but she only laughed. All his defenses were defeated. It

approached him slowly while keeping his eyes riveted to his. She understood that

he was

seriously enamored, given its way to paralyze his approach. She even stop its

perceived

respiration. When their lips met for a third kiss, the burning of their bodies was

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even more tenacious. Lea and Zack, slightly frightened by the intensity of their

embrace, tried to do

not get overwhelmed by their emotions. But this mutual fear disappeared instantly

when their tongues joined.

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