EIGHT
Nicole watched in aweas Mick calmly dealt with the frantic situation. Her brain had numbed once Mick took over. She’d gathered a few employees to help her search for those items Mick needed, but then there were only a few people in the office during the delivery.
Two of Nicole’s employees were currently going to school to become CNA’s which helped considerably, and yet they waited on Mick to give instructions on what to do next. Nicole knelt by Kate’s head as she encouraged the woman tobreatheand topush. Thankfully, Nicole could handle that task, but nothing else.
One hour later, Kate delivered a baby boy, and minutes later, the ambulance got through the accident on the road just outside the building. Kate gave Mick an exhausted smile and thanked him for his help. His kindness and concern had softened Nicole’s heart. And at the same time, it made her more curious to know who Mick Remington really was.
After the paramedics took Kate and the baby away, and everything had been cleaned up in her office, Mick then left to go to the men’s bathroom to get washed up. He’d removed his suit coat and tie and rolled up his sleeves earlier in the delivery. Nicole had the janitors mop up her floor and sanitize as much as they could while she sat listlessly in her chair, staring at the wall.
What would have happened if Mick hadn’t been there to help? Relief rushed over her, and for the first time since meeting the egotistical, self-assured womanizer, Nicole was grateful that he was with her during this crisis.
She couldn’t remember when she’d removed the matching jacket to her sleeveless dress, but now she wondered what had happened to it. Regardless, she was more comfortable without it.
She unzipped her heeled ankle-boots and removed them and the ankle nylons from her feet, letting her toes wiggle free along the plush carpet. Sighing with pleasure, she loved the unrestricted feeling. She then withdrew the hairpins from the coiled bun she’d styled it in this morning before work, since most of it had fallen loose. Threading her fingers through her hair, she let her locks tumble down her back and over her shoulders, which relaxed her a little more.
It wasn’t even lunchtime and already she’d had a trying day. She thought about going home, but then she’d stew over Mick and how they needed to stop his father, so she wouldn’t get any rest and relaxation, anyway. It was best that she stayed and dealt with the problem head-on.
Out of the corner of her eye, a figure standing at the door brought her out of her thoughts, and she turned to see who was there. Mick leaned his shoulders against the doorframe with his shirt unbuttoned all the way as he hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his suit pants. His hair was slightly messed, which only added to his sex appeal.
Inwardly, she groaned. If he wasn’t good-looking enough...Dang!And why was he staring at her with those bedroom eyes? Well, she’d make sure she quickly removed that particular thought from his mind.
She rose from her chair. “Why is your shirt unbuttoned?”
He pointed to a few places on his shirt. “I have blood stains.”
She could die right now. How did she not see that? Of course, her mind was diverted because of the sexy way he stood looking at her. “Oh, I see. So, are you leaving now?”
He shrugged and sauntered into the office, pushing the door closed behind him. “We’re not finished with our discussion. I had hoped we could figure out something to stop my father.”
Thank goodness he couldn’t read her thoughts right now. “Well, with all the excitement and drama this morning, I’m afraid my creativity has been drained.”
Instead of sitting on the chair, he perched on the edge of her desk. This position made his shirt open more. His chest looked nice and smooth...
Stop it!Nicole mentally shook out the disturbing thoughts. One way or another, she needed to get him out of here before she did something really stupid. She moved around her desk, heading for the door. “So maybe we should postpone that discussion—”
“Hey,” he said, grasping her arm, stopping her.
