“Please, I have almost finished,” she told him.
“Then you will do it quickly in the morning, won’t you?”
“Or I could bring my laptop to bed,” she suggested tentatively.
“No way, no computers in bed, not unless you plan on watching porn, but not on a company device.” He quirked a brow as if throwing down the gauntlet of them watching porn together.
“You are very rude!” Despite her attempt to sound serious, she giggled.
“It wasn’t a no, but save your work and turn it off or I will,” he almost threatened. “And then let me get you out of this very nice dress and boots and show you how rude I can be.”
Steph had metwith the head of fleet management, a very dynamic looking blonde man of about thirty called Niall Cowley and was just seeing him out of the conference room having finished compiling his department’s figures when Dave appeared.
“Niall.” Dave offered the other man a forced looking smile. “Miss Pryor, please tell me you have completed the tasks I have set you.” His tone sounded exasperated, immediately irritating Steph.
“I am waiting for Jamie from estates maintenance and then all the figures will be completed and I will email them to you and to Mr Brooker.”
“It’s a good job I am ahead of the game then because I feel your skills may have been overstated somewhat.” With no more said, he stropped off down the corridor.
“What is his problem?” asked Niall.
“Me, I think,” said Steph sighing loudly.
“He is a bit of a prat at the best of times lately, but he is taking it to a whole new level for you,” said Niall seriously.
“Lucky me!” She laughed and then said, “He reminds me of my ex-boyfriend.”
“So you’re single?” he asked smiling.
“Not really, but I really should prepare for Jamie.” Suddenly she felt awkwardness settling.
“Okay, but if you find yourself at a loose end call me,” said Niall, the awkwardness clearly one sided as he headed towards the lift.
Steph was relieved when Jamie, strangely named for a fifty something, rotund, balding man thought Steph, arrived as soon as she had sat back down with his almost completed department figures meaning he had left her within an hour. She emailed the completed figures to Jon and Dave then began to work through all of the figures she now had for each department.
Sometime later herphone rang taking her by surprise.
“Hello.”
“Where are you?” asked Jon.
“In the conference room down the corridor from you.”
“No you’re not,” he said seriously.
His insistence confused her. “I am, I am looking around and am definitely in the conference room.”
“That I am not disputing, but you are not down the corridor from me because I am at home, your home, where you should be at half past six.”
“Half past six?” Looking at her watch confirmed the information he had shared. “Bloody hell, I had no idea it was that late. The last time I checked it was half three. Sorry.” She began to shut her laptop down.
“You need to leave now before you end up getting locked in the bloody building,” he told her quite seriously.
“I am putting my laptop away as we speak,” she told him honestly.
“We need to agree your working hours, Miss Pryor, and I think you should leave that damned laptop at the office.” He sounded annoyed.
“I have nowhere to lock it up, so I will bring it home for the weekend, but I promise not to get it out.”
