Page 52 of Shape Of My Heart
“You’re my boss, and I’m working. We shouldn’t flirt like thisatwork.”
“Baby, it’s five to nine. I have five more minutes of flirting.” It was indeed fivetonine.
Even she had to laugh. “You’re seriously like this all the time?” She thought the drink may have talked mosttimes.
“I’m like thisallthe time.” Henodded.
She rolled her eyes at him and continued to rub hisshoulders.
* * *
Her workwith him took off from that day. The weeks that followed saw her crazy busy, running around all day trying to balance everything and accompanying him to various events and meetings. The events took up the whole day and most times she was with him way past her normal workinghours.
Everything was on track, and the best news ever was that her mother now had a date for surgery. An actual date, scheduled for the end of the month. It gave Amy that sense of accomplishment and hope. She had planned to take that week off to be with her mother. It would be good for her, too, because they hadn’t seen each other inmonths.
Things were looking up and she thanked God that Josh wasdoingwell.
She was proud of the way he’d shaped himself up, and how serious he was about focusing on playing again. They spent a lot of time together on these outings and she was pleased to say that he’d been sober for over six weeks now. He was a new man, one who was determined to get his life back in order. She also hadn’t seen Allegra and Cindy, or any other woman coming or going from the house. Everything had turned out better than she’dhoped.
The cherry on top was watching him organize himself and prepare for training. She didn’t realize that when she was being told about training weeks ago that it would be an all-daything.
Amy couldn’t begin to imagine what they would do all day, but that was because she wasn’t an athlete or, more specifically, a Gladiator. Josh told her that they trained with the sun, and sometimes long after it set. She supposed that was why they were so good and the leading champions. Other than her morning jog she used to do back in New York she didn’t exercise. She planned to start running again after the showcase. The beach was the perfect location for that and she’d have moretimethen.
Having some organization gave her the chance to fit in the time she needed to finish off her dress and portfolio weeks before she had planned. She was very happy with what she’d done and thought it kept with the unique qualities found in a Diordesigner.
She’d gone with a spring theme and called her collectionMetamorphosis, to represent the changes you could see during the spring time. Her style and taste was very European mixed with an air of bohemian chic, so she’d drawn stylish designs that mingled pastel shades with unique accessories. Dior didn’t just create a look, but a language recognizable in every season and across the world. She wanted to capture that with herdesigns.
Finishing it made her feel good and she could tick it off her mental list of things to do. It also made her look forward even more to the showcase. Most designers were going in with their models. She was going to be both designer and model. It wasn’t unheard of and she was sure she wouldn’t be the only one. Money and time prevented her from getting a model, but honestly, she preferred itthisway.
She heard the front door open. That would be him now. She was in the office finishing up some emails she wanted done before she left for theweekend.
“Baby, are you still here?” he called out from thehallway.
She smiled to herself when she heard hisvoice.
“I’m in the office,” sheanswered.
She looked away from the computer screen as he came inside looking worked out in his tight, long-sleeved black training top and matching trousers. He looked like a walking advert, proudly displaying the Nike swoosh on the side of his chest and the edge ofhiship.
He looked bigger to her, more muscular. She guessed that what training all day did. When he smiled at her she noticed a bruise on his leftcheek.
“What happened to your face? You have the USA Today shootnextweek.”
“Gage hit me. That feral creature. I swear he belongs in the wild.” He came around to her. “Baby, it’s nearly six, pack that shit away.” He grimaced when he realized he swore. “I meanstuff.”
She giggled, appreciating his attempt. “I have to send these emails, thenI’mgone.”
“Gone? Now that I’ve seen you I’m not letting you leave.” He gave her a cocky masculine grin. “Come here, your manneedsyou.”
Anyone would think they were a couple, but it washarmlessfun.
Well…to some extent. It would help a lot if she didn’t get all weak-kneed girlie when he said thingslikethat.
“Josh, Perry Henderson needs to have the reports for the expenses over the last few months and I have tosortthem.”
“Perry?” Josh narrowed his eyes at her. “Who isheeven?”
“The team’s accountsmanager.”
