I feel my face getting hotter by the second, my eyes darting everywhere except in Mikael's direction. Is he trying to eliminate Mikael? He's a client, not a threat. Not that Jesse knows of, anyway. God help me if he finds out about my dinner invitation.
My eyes land briefly on Mikael. He's watching me carefully. I feel so uncomfortable.
'Mr Ward, if I had an Ava, I've no doubt I would do exactly the same.' He flashes me a smile, and I feel my face burning up further. 'Perhaps Monday would be more suitable?'
I find my voice. 'Of course, Monday will be fine.' I try to subtly wriggle free of Jesse, but he has a firm hold of me, and I know that even the whole British army would struggle to prize me from his arms.
Mikael puts his hand out to me. 'I'll call you to arrange a time once I've checked my diary.'
I take his offering. I'm ending an important business meeting with a very important client and I'm completely coated in my neurotic, possessive control freak. I'm mortified. 'I look forward to it.' I say enthusiastically, earning myself a sharp little nudge in my back.
Is he winding me up?
Mikael exits the snug, and I notice him glancing over his shoulder as he leaves. I just about capture the thoughtful look on his pale face, and I can't help but think that Jesse has just set a challenge for him. I could collapse with exasperation. I'm glad Jesse is behind me because he is the only thing holding me up.
I relax against him on a long sigh. 'I can't believe you just did that,' I say quietly as I stare at nothing in particular. 'You've just trampled my most important client.'
I'm swung around in his arms to find his face level with mine as he bends to accommodate the height difference between us. 'Who is your most important client?' he asks on a heavy furrowed brow.
I roll my eyes. 'You're my lover, who happens to be a client.'
'I am more than your lover!'
Yes, okay. That was a little bit of an understatement. He is most certainly more than my lover. I look at the panicked face close to mine and curse myself for wanting to head straight to the hotel bar and down a large glass of wine. No, actually, make that a bottle.
I exhale in complete despair. 'I need to get back to work.' I turn away, but feel his hand clamp around my wrist, the usual heat his touch instigates ever present.
He walks around me so he is in front of me. He keeps hold of my wrist. 'You did that on purpose.' he says accusingly.
Yes, I did! Just like he rocked up to The Royal Park on purpose to hijack my meeting and for what purpose? I look up at him through the fog of tears glazing my eyes. 'Why?' I ask. It's a simple question.
He looks down at the floor. 'Because I love you.' he says quietly.
'That's not a reason.' My tone suggests I'm completely defeated. I am.
His head snaps up in shock, and he pins me in place with his appalled glare. 'Yes, it is. And anyway, he's a known womaniser.'
Okay, now he's just making up excuses to justify his unreasonable behaviour. If he loves me, then he should support me in my work, not try to sabotage it. I know I'm being a bit dramatic, but this whole situation could have a massive impact on my flourishing career and all because he thinks Mikael is a womaniser? What grounds does he base this opinion on, anyway?
'You can't hijack every meeting I have with a male client.' I say tiredly. I have absolutely no faith in my attempt to reason with him.
'I won't, just him. And any other man who may be a threat.' he says candidly.
I want to throw my head back and scream at the heavens. Does that mean I should expect him at The Life Building on Monday? Jesse sees every man as a threat. 'I have to go.' I try and regain possession of my body, but he refuses to release me.
'I'll take you,' he informs me, releasing my wrist. 'Collect your things.' He walks over to the table and starts scooping up my mood boards. 'These are really very good.' he says zealously.
I can't join him in his enthusiasm. I feel despondent and flat. I can see my dream career flushing down the pan before my very eyes