Obsessively Yours (Joe & Ella 1)

“No one, they’re just from a client to thank the company for doing a good job.” I replied. Chris chuckled and muttered “Bullshit” under his breathe, and Kim stalked back to reception looking very put out about the lack of office gossip to spread. I sighed and ran my fingers over the flowers. They were beautiful and thoughtful, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going out to dinner, lunch or a drive through burger joint with Joe Madden. Why wouldn’t he give up he couldn’t be starved of female attention looking the way he did. Maybe I should invest in a chastity belt, just to be 100% sure he stayed away from me permanently I giggled to myself. That would shock him!

A few hours later, as I was checking my emails I came across his name on my screen.

To:

From:

Title: Still ignoring me?

I hope you liked the flowers I sent you?

I’ve been thinking about you all morning, when can I take you to dinner?

Joe

I had to nip this in the bud….again…and keep it strictly professional.

To:

From:

Title: Just keeping it professional

Mr Madden,

Thank you for the flowers you sent me, but this needs to stop.

I’m afraid I’m unavailable for dinner and would prefer to keep any future correspondence strictly professional.

Many Thanks

Ella Reid

I smiled and clicked the send button. Within seconds a response came through.

To:

From:

Title: Destiny

You can’t fight the inevitable Ella. All your running only makes me chase you harder. ;-)

I wasn’t going to win this email exchange so I logged out and grabbed my handbag, ready for an early lunch and a much needed shot of decent caffeine.

When I got back to the office a half hour later, Frank was stalking about the main office like a caged animal.

“There you are!” he exclaimed as I walked through the glass doors. “Don’t put your bag down you’re needed to visit a client.”

My eyes bugged out of my head, “A client visit? But Frank I’m not dressed appropriately to meet a client.” I didn’t want to meet a client in my strappy sun dress it just wouldn’t set the right tone.

“It’s okay I’m sure Mr Madden won’t mind.” I almost choked on the last sip of my latte as I absorbed what he had just said.

“What does he want?” I asked, fear, nerves and something like excitement whirling through my tummy at the thought of him and his lusty quick sand.

Frank frowned at my curt reply. “He wants you to visit the site of his new spa or club whatever it is, said he wants you to get a feel of the place and what he’s about. He was quite insistent as he says it’ll help channel your creativity in the right way. I’m inclined to agree with him.” Frank smiled and handed me a post it note with an address and postcode scribbled down.