“How do you know that the deal will need renegotiating?” asked Gordon curtly.
“Because nobody ever offers the best deal straight off, so shall we begin?” replied Steph equally as curt making Sonia smile at her.
It wasa quarter to one as the meeting wrapped up and Steph felt that the deal on offer was a realistic one now.
“I just need to confirm all of the figures you have quoted, so if you can have the accounts and stuff couriered over this afternoon,” said Steph seriously.
“This afternoon?” asked Jonah.
“Yes, is that a problem?” replied Steph.
“No, of course not,” interrupted Peter.
“Good, then I can include that detail in my briefing with Mr Brooker shortly,” she told them as she stood up to indicate that the meeting was over.
Steph escorted the three men downstairs and then returned to the lift with Sonia who was heading up to her own office for a lunch meeting of her own.
“Brooker is seriously into you,” Sonia told Steph making her a little uncomfortable. “I don’t think I have ever seen him displaying such confidence in anyone like he does in you and he likes your arse.” She laughed as Steph blushed. “But what’s not to like, it’s peachy.” She laughed again as the lift stopped at her floor and she left Steph alone as she rode the lift to the twenty-third floor where Jon was talking to Andrea about his diary when she arrived.
“Go in, Steph, I will be two minutes.”
She entered his office and smiled at the selection of seafood on his desk laid for two.
“I’d like to tell you that it was all my own handy work,” said Jon from behind her.
“And I’d like to tell you that I’m not allergic to it,” she replied as she turned to face him.
“Really?” he asked nervously.
“Fraid so.” She felt guilty at his expression of disappointment. “Don’t worry about it, I am really not that hungry, not for food anyway.” She was already reaching up to straighten his still crooked tie.
“Miss Pryor, what are you suggesting?” He arched a brow.
“Well, as I have been living the life of a vestal virgin since Sunday night.” She lifted herself up onto the edge of his desk and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him towards her by his tie.
“You are a very naughty girl,” he whispered huskily as he buried his face into her neck.
“And what could you do about that?” she asked in a low moan.
“Oh darling, I know what I would like to do to you, right here across my desk,” he told her making a fist in her hair to pull her head back making her moan again.
“That sounds so much better than lunch,” she said seriously as she stretched up and attempted to reach his lips.
“You are not conducive to working lunches when you are in this mood and have your tight skirt stretched across your beautiful arse,” he told her as his hands moved down and cupped her behind making her squeal.
“I think you mean my peachy arse,” she corrected him.
“What?”
“Sonia reckons you like my arse and that it is peachy.” She laughed.
“She is right on both counts which makes me a very lucky boy,” he agreed as he teased Steph by circling his lips around her face as if she were his prey. “We should talk business,” he whispered in her ear.
“After, kiss me first, please,” she pleaded.
“Well, since you ask so nicely.” His mouth immediately covered hers before accepting the invitation of her open lips.
He smiled as he felt her legs tighten their grip around him and her hands running across his back through his shirt while their tongues began to dance to an all too familiar and natural feeling beat.
