here.
Tristan shook his head, his gold-specked eyes on her face. The way he was staring at her, like she was a piece of steak, made Julie feel unsettled. "Nope."
Julie glanced back to the envelope. "I, uh, don't know what to say, Mr. Carver-"
"Tristan, please."
Julie licked her lips nervously. "I don't know what to say, Tristan."
Tristan leaned forward. "Say that you forgive me."
Was he trying to be funny? Of course she was going to say that she forgave him. She had, after all, been found guilty of snooping through his private laptop.
"I forgive you."
Tristan leaned back in his chair and studied her. "I don't believe you."
Julie frowned. "But I'm telling you the truth-"
Tristan raised a hand to quiet her. "I acted like quite an asshole on Friday, Julie," he said, using her name for the first time. "And I'm really ashamed about it."
Well it's not like I did not go snooping or anything, thought Julie.
"And to make it up to you, I'm inviting you to spend a weekend with me at my cabin next weekend."
This time, Julie could not stop her jaw from dropping to the floor when his words registered. "Wait, what?"
"I won't take no for an answer." Tristan's tone was matter-of-fact. Final. "You will come and allow me to atone for assholery."
Julie could hardly believe her ears. Tristan wanted her to come spend a weekend with him? To do what, exactly? Bake s'mores?
It was very surreal.
Julie looked into his gold-speced eyes and slowly said, "I guess I have no choice but to accept."
Tristan smiled then, a wolf-like, predatory smile. "Good. My driver, Fred, will stop by your house Friday evening after work. Just leave me your email and I'll send you all the details later."
Staring into Tristan's handsome face, Julie was suddenly overcome with excitement and she could not get his pen fast enough. After she gave him her email, she left his office with a giant smile on her face, her body coursing with excitement.
Tristan wanted to spend time with her after snooping in his private laptop. She could hardly believe it. Even him being a jerk was not enough to deter her from wanting to go.
"What did you two talk about?"
Julie whirled around to the sight of Cindy. She had a latte in her hand, probably her entire calorie count for the day, and was staring at her with anticipation.
She really wants to know , thought Julie.
After a moment, she gave the woman a secretive smile that she knew would drive her crazy and said, "You would never believe it."
Chapter Four
The rest of the week passed with agonizing slowness for Julie. It was hard to concentrate and focus at work. She was brimming with excitement about the coming weekend, but it was not long before she began to have her doubts.
During the work day, when Tristan would pass by her cubicle whenever coming to and from his office, he would not give her any eye contact whatsoever or even mention their upcoming engagement.
But what did Julie expect? Surely he wasn't going to blab about something like an illicit getaway during work hours where his employees might witness. Still, a few whispered words about how sexy she was and wanted to do to her, would have made her more-than thrilled and removed all doubts of Tristan possibly playing a cruel joke on her as revenge for being a nosy employee.
On Thursday, the day before their engagement, Julie finally received a tidbit. It was near closing time. She was just about to shut down her computer and grab her purse and keys to leave work when Tristan walked by.
She looked up just as he passed and their eyes crossed. As usual, he was handsomer than the devil, his hair slicked back, his dress pants showing off that manly physique of power. His lips twisted in a slight grin that reminded Julie of a predator as he passed, his cologne filling her nostrils. At the same time, she felt something light hit her lap. She looked down. It was a white envelope.
Glancing furtively around the room to make sure none of her co-workers
Tristan shook his head, his gold-specked eyes on her face. The way he was staring at her, like she was a piece of steak, made Julie feel unsettled. "Nope."
Julie glanced back to the envelope. "I, uh, don't know what to say, Mr. Carver-"
"Tristan, please."
Julie licked her lips nervously. "I don't know what to say, Tristan."
Tristan leaned forward. "Say that you forgive me."
Was he trying to be funny? Of course she was going to say that she forgave him. She had, after all, been found guilty of snooping through his private laptop.
"I forgive you."
Tristan leaned back in his chair and studied her. "I don't believe you."
Julie frowned. "But I'm telling you the truth-"
Tristan raised a hand to quiet her. "I acted like quite an asshole on Friday, Julie," he said, using her name for the first time. "And I'm really ashamed about it."
Well it's not like I did not go snooping or anything, thought Julie.
"And to make it up to you, I'm inviting you to spend a weekend with me at my cabin next weekend."
This time, Julie could not stop her jaw from dropping to the floor when his words registered. "Wait, what?"
"I won't take no for an answer." Tristan's tone was matter-of-fact. Final. "You will come and allow me to atone for assholery."
Julie could hardly believe her ears. Tristan wanted her to come spend a weekend with him? To do what, exactly? Bake s'mores?
It was very surreal.
Julie looked into his gold-speced eyes and slowly said, "I guess I have no choice but to accept."
Tristan smiled then, a wolf-like, predatory smile. "Good. My driver, Fred, will stop by your house Friday evening after work. Just leave me your email and I'll send you all the details later."
Staring into Tristan's handsome face, Julie was suddenly overcome with excitement and she could not get his pen fast enough. After she gave him her email, she left his office with a giant smile on her face, her body coursing with excitement.
Tristan wanted to spend time with her after snooping in his private laptop. She could hardly believe it. Even him being a jerk was not enough to deter her from wanting to go.
"What did you two talk about?"
Julie whirled around to the sight of Cindy. She had a latte in her hand, probably her entire calorie count for the day, and was staring at her with anticipation.
She really wants to know , thought Julie.
After a moment, she gave the woman a secretive smile that she knew would drive her crazy and said, "You would never believe it."
Chapter Four
The rest of the week passed with agonizing slowness for Julie. It was hard to concentrate and focus at work. She was brimming with excitement about the coming weekend, but it was not long before she began to have her doubts.
During the work day, when Tristan would pass by her cubicle whenever coming to and from his office, he would not give her any eye contact whatsoever or even mention their upcoming engagement.
But what did Julie expect? Surely he wasn't going to blab about something like an illicit getaway during work hours where his employees might witness. Still, a few whispered words about how sexy she was and wanted to do to her, would have made her more-than thrilled and removed all doubts of Tristan possibly playing a cruel joke on her as revenge for being a nosy employee.
On Thursday, the day before their engagement, Julie finally received a tidbit. It was near closing time. She was just about to shut down her computer and grab her purse and keys to leave work when Tristan walked by.
She looked up just as he passed and their eyes crossed. As usual, he was handsomer than the devil, his hair slicked back, his dress pants showing off that manly physique of power. His lips twisted in a slight grin that reminded Julie of a predator as he passed, his cologne filling her nostrils. At the same time, she felt something light hit her lap. She looked down. It was a white envelope.
Glancing furtively around the room to make sure none of her co-workers
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