It wasn’t over.
Jules thought.
For the past week since the ‘family lunch’ with the Thompson’s, she’d been receiving flowers every day. Weekdays at the office and weekends at home and they all had the same note.
I’m sorry.
-C. T.
She hadn’t set her eyes on Ceaser once and she was supposed to be happy about that but she also felt a tad bit disappointed.
Ivy was speaking clearer and she was also picking up a few words from everything anyone near her said.
Jules thought smiling just thinking about her.
Jules shook her head to get rid of everything in her head for a while and as she tried to get back to work, Alice called in.
“Jules, the boss wants to see you. Now.” Her voice boomed in the office.
Jules frowned.
The boss? Mr. Santos.
“Why does Mr. Santos want to see me?” Jules asked as she got ready to leave.
“Not the boss for or department… or any department.” She said “The boss, Jules. Mr. Thompson.”
Jules froze in her place.
What?!
“What?” She blurted out before she could stop herself.
“Well, his assistant said his exact words were ‘Get me Ms. Jenna this instant or you’re fired’. So, I’m pretty sure he meant ‘right now'” she said.
“Right. Okay. I’m going.” She closed all the open files and made her way out of her office passing Alice who was looking at her with a hurry-up-and-save-Claire’s-job-and-also-tread-carefully look.
Not sure if there was a look like that. But her face said it all. Lord, help her.
Jules thought.
Jules was sweating profusely in the elevator – her palms were damp. She was dreading what Ceaser was going to talk about. She didn’t want to discuss any of their matters at work, it wasn’t professional. But she couldn’t say no, he was the boss after all.
That hasn’t stopped you from being rude before.
A voice spoke in her head
Oh, shut up.
Another said
I can’t. I’m you.
The battle began.
Oh, please.
Now you’re running mad.
Shut… yea, you’re right actually.
“Shut up!” Jules scolded no one in particular.
She was talking to herself. First degree madness.
It wasn’t over. It could never be over.
Ceaser thought as he paced his office.
All he wanted was his daughter, he hadn’t anticipated getting attached with her mother. Then one thing led to another and he now he was stuck.
He thought he could do without Jules. He thought he could get Ivy without much trouble. Well, that was what he thought after she left his parents’ house that day. He thought he was back on track and getting things into perspective. But over the past two weeks, not seeing her or hearing from her and Ivy of course, he couldn’t bear it. He didn’t understand what it was, the feelings he had. Previously, he had thought it was a passing feeling now he knew he was wrong.
He was ‘certain’ he was wrong.
He didn’t want Ivy… or in a much better sense, he didn’t want to take Ivy from Jules. He didn’t want only Ivy, he wanted both of them – he wanted his daughter and her mother. No matter what it took, at any cost, he wanted them.
Ceaser sighed and walked back to his desk. Without sitting, he called Claire.
“Sir?” Her voice came through the speaker.
“Do you want to get fired?” Ceaser said angrily at the phone before he walked to the glass wall behind his desk as he stared down at the busy road.
“No sir, I called her assistant to…she’s here sir.” Claire said.
“Send her in.” Ceaser said without hesitation as his heart beat escalated.
Jules took a deep breath before she opened the door to his office, she saw Ceaser standing behind his desk looking out the glass wall. She walked in and shut the door behind her. Ceaser’s breath caught when the door closed and every click-clack of her heel against the tiles increased his heart beat as she drew closer.
Silence filled the room as he waited.
“Sir?” Jules spoke and Ceaser released the breath he was holding when he heard her soft voice.
He struggled to keep a calm emotionless face as he turned away from the view in front of him and faced her. He did everything he could to prevent his jaw from dropping as he swallowed hard at the sight of her there, in his office.
If this were a cartoon, his eyes would pop out of their sockets.
Somehow, she got more prettier in the span of two weeks when he hadn’t seen her – if that were even possible. Her skirt was inches about her knee, almost mid-thigh and her legs called out to him. Her shirt was neatly tucked in the black high waisted skirt and her hair was in a bun on top of her head – her professional look. Ceaser met her eyes at that moment and he felt the rest of his walls crumble.
“Have a seat.” He offered when he regained his ability to speak as he walked to his desk and sat not taking his eyes off her.
Jules looked at Ceaser waiting for him to disclose why he had called her to his office.
“Ms. Jenna…” Ceaser began and Jules clenched her jaw at his formal tone “The official documents you send to my office after you’re done with them, I want them sent somewhere else.”
Jules’ eyebrow rose
Sorry what?
What was he doing? Or saying? Ceaser thought to himself
He bet she was more shocked than he was at what he had just blurted out.
After all her fretting, he had called her to talk about work? Really?
Jules thought.
Wait! She should be happy about this. Why was she complaining? This was what she wanted right?
She sighed.
Everything she wanted never happened. She thought the last time she saw him was going to be the last of him… but no. Fate had to drag her into his office.
“Where do you want them sent to?” Jules asked.
Ceaser studied her for a second as he looked directly at her and she matched his gaze not wanting to be the first to back down.
“My house.” he said.
Cool. Not a big deal. She could mail it to him. Or give it to Claire to have it delivered to…
“And I want them delivered personally by you at the end of every week.” Ceaser said and Jules clenched her jaw.
He just had to open his annoying mouth again.
Actually, his mouth is sexy… and totally kissable.
Oh, shut up… not now!
“Excuse me?” Ceaser looked at Jules, confused.
Did she say that out loud?
“Apparently you did.” Ceaser held back a smile.
Oh shit!
“Aren’t you not supposed to curse cause of your daughter?” He asked.
“I’m sorry.” Jules apologized “Why should I be the one to deliver it. That’s what your assistant’s for.”
“I want to sign them and give them back to you because it’s your department that handles it. That way Santos gets it quicker.” Ceaser said.
It made sense… but what Jules didn’t like was being the one to go to his house to deliver it to him personally. She didn’t want anything not related to work to affect her work. If Ceaser was just her boss and they didn’t know each other outside work, if he had said this, she wouldn’t have argued with him.
And that was what she did. Not argue with him.
“Yes sir.” She said.
He nodded.
“Is that all?” She asked.
“Sadly.” Ceaser whispered audible enough that Jules heard him. She ignored it, got up and walked to the door.
Ceaser watched as she made her way to the door.
Damn!
It took everything in him not to comment on her skirt.
Jules opened the door and walked out making her way past Claire’s desk to the elevator.
Jules felt a blush rise from her neck to her cheek just thinking about it the moment when he had drunk her in inch by inch. She had wanted to squirm as her body felt heated under his wandering gaze.
Oh Ceaser! What was he doing to her?
Ceaser smiled after she walked out of his office.
He hadn’t thought about it before he sent for her. His plan was made up when she asked for his reason for calling her into his office and it was a rather good plan. She didn’t have a choice but to come to his house to get the documents signed.
Ceaser caught himself grinning like an idiot a few minutes later still thinking about her.
He sighed.
Oh Jules. Things you do to me and make me do.