Gorgeous: Book One (Gorgeous #1) - Lisa Shelby Page 0,59
knowing he comes from a very different economic background and life in general. He could have anyone he wants, including A-List actress, London St. James. Seeing the two of them together in images on the Internet was hard enough. Talking about it would make it that much more real and that isn't something I'm ready for, especially when I see her name on his schedule for tomorrow night.
My phone rings and Leslie lets me know that my Tommy's delivery has arrived. I make my way up to the lobby and am greeted by a very happy Aaron.
"Olivia, looking lovely as always."
"Thank you, Aaron. How have you been?" I say, taking the credit card slip and adding my tip before signing.
"Well, now that I've set my eyes on you, my day has improved. You still got that boyfriend?" he asks just like he did last week.
"Yes, Olivia, how is that boyfriend of yours?" Ronan says from behind me. Aaron's eyes widen for a brief second, but he doesn't seem intimidated.
"I've tried to get her to go out with me, sir, but she claims to have a boyfriend. I think it's just an excuse so she can tell me no. I'm not a quitter, though. I'm gonna keep asking until she casts this boyfriend of hers aside. If he even exists." Aaron winks.
"Is that so," Ronan says, coming closer and standing to the side of Aaron and I, placing himself right in the middle of us.
"Yep, she's worth the wait, wouldn't you say, sir."
I turn to Leslie, hoping she'll save me, but she doesn't help in the least. "I didn't even know you had a boyfriend. Do tell," she says, pretending to be put out that I haven't shared my personal life with her.
"What is wrong with the three of you? Are we not at work?"
Ronan is having too much fun with this. "We're all like family here, aren't we?" he says to Leslie.
"Sure are, sir, and family doesn't keep secrets from each other."
"Seriously? You guys are ridiculous!" I snag the bag of food from Aaron's hands and hand him his clipboard. "Sir, I'll just grab my notes and set up lunch in your office."
I flee the scene and can't get to my office fast enough. I grab my laptop and notepad and set up lunch in Ronan's office. I pull his calendar up on my screen and hear the door click shut.
"Someone seems smitten," he says, coming up behind me. He pulls my hair back to expose my neck and kisses me softly, shooting desire straight to my core.
"Ronan, stop it," I whisper, even though it's the last thing I want him to do.
"You don't mean it, gorgeous."
"I may not, but we have to give this a real chance, and for me, that means work is work. Please." I don't mean to beg, but if he doesn't stop, we'll both be naked in a matter of seconds.
Much to my relief, he walks around the table, removes his jacket, and takes a seat. "He's right, you know."
"Who's right?"
"Your admirer."
"Aaron?"
"You do look lovely today."
"Ronan..."
"And, he's right. You are worth the wait. Too bad Aaron will be waiting a very long time."
"Be quiet and eat. We need to go over your week."
"This isn't what I ordered, though."
"What?" I can't believe I messed up his order. "But you didn't request anything in particular so I ordered your usual. What did you want?"
"I said I wanted you for lunch, Olivia."
"You are incorrigible!" I throw a napkin at him, and he swats it away without taking his eyes off me.
"I didn't like seeing your little ginger friend so eager for you to be single."
"He's joking. Besides, he thinks I have a boyfriend."
"I think he should know. I don't like that people have to wonder if you're taken."
"And what exactly would you like me to tell my little ginger friend the next time he asks?"
"I think you should tell him that you do, in fact, have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that does just fine satisfying your needs...as many times in a day as you require them to be met. Also, be sure you tell him that he's a big fellow who will have no problem kicking his skinny little ass if he lays a finger on you. I'd also prefer he stop looking you up and down the way he does, but he is just a man after all. That may not be a reasonable expectation."