He quickly added her to his address book before sending a copy of the schedule to her and Amanda.
“Are we all done?”
“With planners and schedules, yes, but I was thinking of another date with you and your sexy bikini.”
She was about to reply in the form of a kiss when his phone rang. He answered it, putting it on speaker.
“Hi Amanda.”
“Mr Maybury. I’ve received your email and made the amendments to your schedule here and will book the flights before I leave today, but I was unsure whether I should charge them to the business account or your personal one?”
Tasha thought this woman, Amanda, sounded very efficient and not as old as she’d imagined when she’d spoken to her briefly the day before. Her thoughts then shifted to the fact that one of the former Mrs Mayburys had started life as Mr Maybury’s secretary. She wondered what Amanda looked like. As if sensing her unease Jim hugged her tighter and nipped her ear.
“Charge it to my personal account, please, and while I have you can you clear my schedule until Friday afternoon please?”
Tasha looked up at him and frowned.
“That should be fine, except for the head of department meeting you’d scheduled for Friday morning. It could be tricky for everyone to reschedule,” she said hesitantly.
“Possibly, let me think.” Jim pondered his options.
“Go to work.” Tasha whispered in his ear and took the opportunity to nuzzle it.
He gave her a gentle spank. “Try and move it to Thursday morning and if not leave it as it is? Is Marc still there?”
“Yes, Mr Maybury. I’ll put you through now.”
For a reason unknown even to her, Tasha then mimicked Amanda. “Yes, Mr Maybury, three bags full, Mr Maybury.”
He frowned at her words and tone. “What?”
“Little Miss P.A. Is there anything she doesn’t do for you?” Tasha hoped to God she was only his P.A. or secretary, or whatever her professional title was.
Jim laughed at her now. “Not if it’s her job, no. You’re jealous.”
“I am so not jealous, she is just too efficient.”
“A P.A. can’t be too efficient, Natasha.”
Whilst her words had been her best attempt at an insult she could see they’d been wide of the mark. Jim smiled again as he allowed a hand to disappear under her t-shirt.
She relaxed into his touch then moved her feet up where his gaze fell to her footwear causing him to shake his head. “Sneakers? I thought we’d agreed. What am I going to do about these?” he asked, rubbing his hand over her bottom.
She smiled at him, all thoughts of Amanda forgotten for the time being. “I have a couple of ideas,” she whispered, but was interrupted by a voice on the phone, Marc.
“Jim, sorry I was on another call. What’s up?”
“I’m trying to clear my schedule until Friday afternoon, but I have a head of departments meeting for Friday morning which Amanda is now trying to switch to Thursday morning, but if not, can you do it for me?”
“Yeah, no problem for Friday, but I can’t do Thursday.”
“Thanks. I assume I will be seeing you and Marcia tonight?”
“Yeah. I wouldn’t miss a night of wit and repartee with Lenny for the world.” His voice was weighed down with a heavy dose of sarcasm before his tone lifted with a question, “Will you be attending alone or will you be bringing the lady responsible for your awful mood swings?”
“I will most definitely be bringing the lady in question. She’s dying to meet you.” He laughed as Tasha got up to leave.
It felt odd to listen to a conversation about herself in that way. She picked up her planner and phone and headed for the door.
