[STORY] Amanda (Episode 27)

Episode 27.

Feelings of misery and anger spiraled round him; he was in the middle of a whirlwind that threatened to consume him; he still had second thoughts about his marriage to Wendy.
She had bombarded his phone with several calls, he was choked with her; what then would marriage be like?
‘Come in’ he called absent mindedly.
His back was to the door; leaned against the window and stared down at the streets; this made him feel relax when he was troubled.

A memory waved at him, he recalled how Amanda had run out of his office when she had discovered that he was Greg Beecroft; his eyes were nailed to the spot where Nathan had hit her.
‘Savage’ he murmured. He was thinking about the girl more than was necessary; what the hell was happening to him?
He was acting like a teenager having his first crush.
‘Gwen? Get me the files from Morgan’ Greg ordered without turning round; he was sure she was the one. His eyes strayed to his watch, Amanda was yet to show up, he wondered what was keeping her.
‘Good morning Sir’ she held her breath as her eyes scanned his back. Greg had good hair; his lean frame was further accentuated by the tightness of his pants; his muscles were well outlined; he looked like the men she saw in Fitness magazines.

She was here, he suddenly felt nervous; her voice was soft and gentle like the whispering of the wind on a cold night; her fragrance filled the air; she smelt of a garden where many flowers grew. He took her feminine scent.
‘Make me coffee’ he said.
‘Okay sir’ her confidence waned, his tone was commanding and authoritative.
‘Great, what were you thinking? That Mr. Boss would be all smiles when you step in’? She thought to herself.
Walking in the heels Alex had gotten from her wasn’t easy; she managed to get close to the cupboard where the coffee pot and the rest of equipments were and then she felt something claw at her legs.
Her feet wavered, gave way to the slippery floor and she fell down.
At the sound of the heavy thud, Greg swirled round at once, afraid that she had hurt herself a second time.
‘I am so sorry, it’s just this stupid heels that my friend got me’ she struggled to her feet.
Greg saw her lips move but he wasn’t listening; his focus fled, he was lost in her beauty.
The girl that had walked into his office wearing a hat and a churchy dress was gone; a highly attractive woman faced him.

Her hair was straight, fiery and golden; her brows were perfectly arched, giving her face an aristocratic look; her skin glowed like glass and he yearned to touch it; she wore a knee length skirt that hugged her lean hips and revealed a set of sexy legs he had ever seen. Her legs were slender and straight.
His eyes trailed to the polka dot top she wore; her firm and round b—–s clung to it; she really had a nice form, but all his attention was focused on the swelling of her lips; their redness, eminent softness and allure and the flowery fragrances that rocked his brain.

He fought hard for control but her innocent blue pebbles wouldn’t stop calling him; they were rimmed with eye liner; and shaded by her thick lashes making her more sexy.
He yearned to place a kiss on her lips; he yearned to kiss the sadness and uncertainty away from her blue eyes.
He took a step and then another.
Amanda’s eyes were glued with his’, it was a moment of raw admiration; no shame, no pretence; all of her was fixed on his seductive chestnut eyes and his sensuous mouth.
Her dreams of kissing him in a field of flowers yearned for reality; her dreams were enclosed in the box of anticipation, could she open this box?
He drew near to her. She swallowed as she watched his steps, his eyes were calculating and she prayed he wouldn’t stop.
Greg walked towards her swiftly, this was his last step; she licked her lips, nervously waiting for his kiss.
He reached her and then leaned forward and whispered: ‘You have lipstick on your face’.

To Be Continued….. . . .

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