Miami Hot: #1 (Miami Heat Series) Read Free Page B

to Conrad’s office was ajar. Since William was semi-retired, Janet served both William and Conrad King as their executive assistant. She had a secretary who assisted her, a young girl who gave her the eye when Moira stopped by her desk outside Janet’s office. She couldn’t understand the girl’s problem. For whatever reason, she had shown an instant dislike to Moira since she had first seen her a few days after she started working in the cafeteria. Fortunately, Janet saw her and immediately called her through.
    “Morning Janet. I brought these for you,” Moira said with a smile,
    “Thanks dear. How many miles do I need to walk if I eat all these sweet temptations?” she asked peering into the box.
    “Janet, with the amount of walking you already do during the day, that should be enough. Unless of course you have a boyfriend you haven’t told me about,” she replied and laughed at Janet’s shock.
    “At my age? Besides my Andrew would turn in his grave,” she said with a blush.
    “Really Janet? Still hiding behind Andrew? One of these days, the two of us will go to a mature club and I will find you an older gentleman to take care of you.”
    “ Moira…”
    “Please I am not done. But if you prefer the younger guys, that’s not a problem too,” she laughed at the unflappable Janet who was blushing as if it was a new fashion.
    The ringing of the phone saved Moira of Janet’s response. She shooed Moira into Conrad’s office as she answered the call.
    Moira knocked then walked into Conrad’s office hoping for a quick in and out session. Her hopes were dumped when Conrad looked at her intently as she walked in. A good thing she was wearing flats otherwise she would have tripped and fallen flat on her face.
    “Mr. King, Janet said you wanted to see me?” Moira asked. Since she still wasn’t sure what was going on, she made it a question rather than a statement. As she got closer to his desk, he stood and came around his desk.
    “ Conrad. We don’t do formalities here at King International,” he said as he held out his hand.
    Moira took it, “Okay. Moira,” she acknowledged before stating her name, although she knew he already knew it, but when she tried to disengage, she found her hand held hostage. “Uh, can I get my hand back?”
    “In a minute.” The next thing Moira heard was the click of the door shutting and locking. Then he pressed his intercom and told Janet he didn’t want any interruptions.
    Okay, now Moira’s head was spinning with all sorts of possible scenarios. Although kidnapping was the first to flash into her mind, she quickly threw it out. Too many witnesses. Christi, Jeff and Vinny all knew she was up here. Janet and the secretary- Marie too. Although if push came to shove, Janet and Marie would probably say whatever their boss asked them to say. After a quick run down, the only scenario left was that this guy was hitting on her. The most unlikeliest of possibilities was what was starring her in the face.
    Well, let’s not jump to conclusions. Sometimes things are not what they seem. Isn’t that what some of her favorite mystery books always proved to her time and time again.
    Finally he released her hand and told her to take a sit. Once Moira was seated, he moved to a side cabinet holding a few cups with saucers, an electric kettle and some teaspoons. Moira wasn’t sure but she thought she saw a sugar basin and a milk jug too. It seems Conrad was raised the English way.
    “Tea or coffee?” he asked her from across the room.
    “Nothing, thanks. I already had some,” Moira replied.
    He took his time and made himself a cup of tea. She saw him adding two cubes of sugar and some milk. After what seemed like hours he made his way and instead of sitting in his chair, he sat right beside her. He tilted his chair a little and took a few sips of his tea before he spoke.
    “Moira. That’s a lovely name.”
    “Thank you sir.”
    “The word ‘Sir’ is for people like my father.