by Iona Rose
I feel better about Natalie suddenly. Her company was small fry compared to Benton’s. And if we pull off the Benton merger successfully, no one will give a shit about Natalie. Not even my father.
“Nice work,” I say to Bradley who beams under my praise. “Dot the I’s and cross the T’s and get the report to me by lunch time and take the rest of the day off.”
“Thanks Sebastian,” he says, clearly taken aback.
I laugh and pat him on the shoulder before moving on towards Matt’s office. I feel a little calmer and more in control of myself as I reach Matt’s secretary’s desk, but I’m still in no mood to be fobbed off.
“Morning Sheila,” I say, not stopping.
“Mr Hunter doesn’t want to be disturbed,” she says, jumping up and standing between me and the office door.
“Ah come on now,” I say, giving her my most charming smile. “You know that doesn’t include visits from his baby brother.”
She blushes a little and smiles.
“Well ummm, let me go check with him,” she says.
That’s the confirmation I needed that he’s not with a client. I side step around her and put my hand on the door handle.
“No need,” I grin, slipping inside before she can do anything else to try and stop me.
She hurries in behind me.
“I’m sorry Mr Hunter, I …”
“It’s ok,” Matt cuts her off.
“Right. Thank you. And sorry again. Would you like some refreshments?” Sheila stammers.
“No thank you. Sebastian won’t be staying,” Matt says.
He aims the comment at me. I just smirk at him until Sheila leaves the room pulling the door closed behind her. As the door closes, my smirk fades and I march towards Matt’s desk, ready to demand to know why he’s dodging my calls. Before I can speak, he looks at me disapprovingly.
“You look tired Seb. Late night last night?” he says.
Everyone is a damned comedian it seems.
“Funny. Why the hell are you dodging my calls?” I demand.
“Because I had nothing to say to you. I owe you none of my time Seb. Your actions last night have caused us to lose a client. Natalie Graham called this morning and made it clear we won’t be getting her business.”
“And who’s fault is that?” I say.
“Umm yours,” Matt says, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah I’m pretty sure I’m not the one who interrupted us with a phone call. Let’s just say after that, the mood was kind of ruined.”
“I wonder why that was,” Matt says.
I ignore the jibe. This is nothing to do with Kimberley. This is about the business.
“You accused me of putting my personal life above the business, and now you’re dodging my calls in work time because you’re annoyed that I called off a one night stand?”
“I’m annoyed that you put yourself in a position to lose us business,” Matt counters.
I shrug and sit down in the seat opposite his.
“Whatever,” I say. “Natalie’s business was a drop in the ocean compared to the Benton merger. I was calling you to see how close we are to getting the first meetings set up. Bradley has just about finished up the financial report and everything is looking as good as we hoped it would.”
“We’re almost there. The preliminary talks have gone well and we’re looking to get started early next week,” Matt says. He grins. “But you know all of that. So why don’t you tell me what you really want.”
“That was what I really wanted. To call you out on ignoring my calls,” I lie.
“Ok, I hear you loud and clear. So if that’s it then, I’ve kind of got work to do,” Matt says.
I can tell by the gleam in his eye he knows why I’m really here. I mean sure I was annoyed at him dodging my calls, but he’s right. I didn’t need to ask about the Benton merger. I knew all of that. And if the meetings got pushed forward, of course someone would have reached out to me and let me know. I’m annoyed at him for dodging my calls because I wanted to ask him about one thing. Her. Kimberley.
I eye Matt as I try to work out a way to bring the conversation around to Kimberley without it being obvious I’ve thought of nothing but her all damned night. His lips curl up slightly at the corners and I know he’s enjoying my discomfort. I suppose this is his pay back for all the times I’ve embarrassed him over the years with new girlfriends. And for all the flirting I do with his fiancé, Callie.
I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of asking him for more details about Kimberley, but I know I can’t just get up and walk out of here without hearing everything there is to know about her return. I look down into my lap.
“Is it true what you said last night? Is Kimberley really back in town?” I say.
Matt doesn’t answer immediately and I force myself to look up and meet his eye. His amused look pisses me off but I bite my tongue, waiting for an answer.
“It’s true,” he says.
I feel a mixture of emotions flood me. I’m happy to hear that she’s back, and at the same time, I’m apprehensive to know that I might run into her. I am also fuming that she’s made no effort to contact me. But then why would she after what happened between us?
“Have you seen her?” I ask.
Matt seems to be determined to make me ask the questions to get the information from him, even though he must know it’s killing me to have to practically beg him for the information.
“Yeah I’ve seen her. I ran into her a couple of days ago. She looks good Seb. Damned good. She still has that shock of red hair; it’s right down almost to her ass now. And she’s filled out in all of the right places if you get my drift.”
Oh I get his drift alright. My cock is twitching just thinking about Kimberley all grown up.
“She’s really grown into herself. She’s beautiful now,” Matt says.
“She was always beautiful,” I say before I can stop myself.
Matt grins at my words.
“But then all of the women I sleep with are beautiful,” I add, more for my own benefit than his.
If I thought he was going to let me save face that easily, I was sorely mistaken. He is most definitely enjoying my discomfort. He nods, an exaggerated nod.
“Yeah I’m sure they are, but not like Kimberley. She’s … something else,” he says.
“Maybe I should be calling up Callie and telling her she’s got competition,” I say.
Matt laughs.
“I don’t think she’d be even close to how jealous you are right now,” he says. “About our chat I mean.”
“You spoke to her?” I say, again ignoring his jibe.
“Sure,” Matt says. “I told you I ran into her. What did you think I did? Just ignored her?”
I shrug. I hadn’t thought that for a minute, but I just wanted to find out what they had to talk about without having to come out and ask, but Matt pauses again, clearly waiting for me to ask. God sometimes I really fucking hate Matt. He loves to watch me squirm and today is no exception.
“So how is she? What’s she up to?” I ask, doing my best to sound like I’m just making casual conversation.
“You seem awfully interested in her,” Matt says.
“She’s an old friend. Why wouldn’t I be interested in how she’s doing?” I ask.
“You weren’t interested when I told you I ran into Bobby St Clair a couple of weeks ago.”
“Who?”
“Exactly. You don’t even remember half of the people you used to know. But Kimberley …”
“Is different,” I finish.
My small confession softens Matt slightly and he begins to tell me about their run in without me having to keep digging for more.
“She’s good. She’s done well for herself. She’s the CFO at a big company. She’s in town on business actually. She’s staying at the Hilton on Mercer Way. She always did like her luxuries. And now she’s living the jet-setter lifestyle. She’s just got back from a three month to
ur of Europe. Rome, Paris, Madrid, Prague. You name it, she’s been there.”
“Sounds like she’s really made it,” I say.
“Yeah she has. You should see her tan. She was glowing,” Matt adds,
There’s one more thing I want to ask, but I am afraid of the answer. I think I know the answer. Kimberley was never really the settling down and getting married type, but people change. I’ve changed. Maybe she has too. I have to know.
“So does she have any kids?” I ask, skirting around the topic.
“Kimberley the workaholic with a kid? Are you kidding me?” Matt laughs.
Despite myself, I find myself laughing along with him. Nothing about Kimberley says maternal. She never hated children, she just hated the idea of having her own. Being tied to a tiny human instead of a desk was never her idea of a life she wanted.
“It was a dumb question,” I admit.
And not at all the one I wanted to ask.
“I wonder how her partner feels about her aversion to kids,” I say.
I was going for casual, but I can hear the tremor in my voice as I say it and I know Matt must hear it too.
“She hasn’t got a partner currently. And when she finds one, she’s not exactly backwards in coming forwards. I’m sure she’ll make it known early enough in the relationship that if it’s a deal breaker, the guy can flee.”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “Kimberley doesn’t hold back. If she wants something, then everyone knows it. And equally if she doesn’t want something then everyone knows it.”
Like when she no longer wanted me.
I push the thought aside, concentrating instead on the joy of hearing that she’s not taken. Not that it matters. I’m well and truly over Kimberley and I don’t want to go back there. Not even a little bit. I was just curious that’s all.
I try to convince myself my thoughts are true. It’s hard work, but I think if I tell myself it often enough, I can start to believe it. Because no matter what happens, no matter what old feelings hearing Kimberley’s name stirs up inside of me, it’s in the past. She’s in the past. And I won’t risk going there again.
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