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Makena looked at her phone for the fifth time that day. Only 32 minutes and fifty six seconds left until lunch time…. screw you Father Time…. she thought. Since school was closed for the day, Marcus and Anna were coming to take Makena to lunch. She was so excited, Makena had spent all of her free time with them for the few months. Now she all but bounced in anticipation to be in Marcus’ arms again, and to have Anna in hers. Someone knocked at her door.
‘Come in!’ she yelled.
John Francois walked in, the epitome of the word ‘debonair’. ‘Good afternoon, Makena. Can I speak to you for a minute?’
Makena wanted to roll her eyes. How many different ways do I have to say ‘you can’t have my goodies’ for him to get it?
‘How can I help you?’ she asked. John sat, uninvited, into one of the seats in front of her desk. He pulled out several menus.
‘Which one of these five star restaurants should I take you to tonight?’ he boldly inquired.
Makena’s jaw fell off its hinge, hit the edge of the desk and rolled onto the floor. Taking a deep breath, she quickly gained her composure. Makena stood and leaned over the desk. ‘Not a damn one!’ she whispered aggressively. ‘Mr. Francois, who in the hell do you think you are? You are a temporary fixture here, a guest! I am by all means your boss and I can, and will give you back to Mr. Calder and the publishing network! While I appreciate my sister company’s work ,I will not be harassed, sexually or otherwise!’
She walked to the door with her stilettos clacking and gestured out of it. ‘This needs to be your next move, if you want to keep your job. I heard about the trouble you got into with your previous boss. That won’t be tolerated here.’
John got up and smoothly walked to the door. He towered over her, even in her four inch heels. Though his face was blank, he radiated heat and angry disappointment. ‘That’s fine, Miss Makena. No dinner then. How about lunch?’ Makena opened her mouth, ready to attack or be attacked.
‘Actually,’ said a soothingly deep Southern voice from the hall,’ Makena has lunch plans.’ Marcus walked up to the doorway with Annalynne in tow, wrapping his arm around her silk covered waist and kissed her cheek.
‘Miss Kena! Miss Kena!’ Anna ran from her father’s hand and hugged Makena’s legs. ‘Hi! I missed you!’
Makena rubbed Anna’s back. ‘Hi, Sweetie. I missed you too!’ When she looked back at the two men, she was taken aback. The two men were politely giving each other murderous looks. Makena cleared her throat. ‘Marcus, Honey, this is Johnathis Francois the illustrator I was telling you about. Mr. Francois, this is my boyfriend, Marcus Chatham and his daughter Annalynne.’
Anna shyly waved. ‘Hello, Mr. Francois,’ she murmured. John politely waved back. ‘Hello, Miss Anna,’ he said. That kid looks awfully familiar…
Rather abruptly, Marcus stuck out his hand. ‘Good to meet you man.’ Johnathis looked down at his hand with disdain.
‘A pleasure for you, I’m sure,’ he drawled turning to Makena, ‘Makena, I have work at my desk. Do enjoy your lunch.’ With that, he walked off.
Marcus wrapped his long, muscled arm around Makena’s waist pointedly and kissed her neck. ‘I swear all the home training in the world wouldn’t have kept me from kicking his ass if Annalynne wasn’t here,’ he whispered. He then left a trail of quick kisses along her collarbone. He straightened up, fixing his tie and picking Anna up. ‘Come on my beautiful ladies. Let’s go get some grub.’
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