Her adrenaline was still running high from thinking of Gordon and she wasn’t going to let another row with Alan spoil her euphoria. She fleetingly thought again about telephoning Alan but again dismissed the idea. He opened the car door, and as he nonchalantly threw Crossland’s papers onto the rear seat he turned to say ‘goodbye’, but Cindy had already closed the door. When you change your mind, let me know.” The implied certainty within his statement sounded almost threatening, though the latter was unintended. Cindy Crossland was the first woman for whom he had managed to successfully control his lust and temper, but then he had never before had the same depth of feeling as he had about Cindy. At the very least he knew he had given her plenty to think about and he had also surprised himself. He was unhappy and disappointed but was determined not to quarrel with her. Just get out.” Cindy went to the front door and opened it wide, waiting for Donaldson to catch up. She felt she should be enraged at him for coming on strong and touching her but there was nothing to be gained by creating a scene and having Alan involved.

I don’t think you would want that.”Ĭindy cursed silently.

Firstly, I would deny it and I’m pretty sure Mr Crossland would believe me, and secondly, if you did succeed in getting me sacked you would then be beholden to him. I’m minded to call Alan about what you have just said… “ĭonaldson, hurt and angry, smartly interrupted her. Standing up quickly she said, “I don’t think so, only in your dreams, Jack. You always look fantastic, but I bet Alan has never told you just how good you look – especially in those jeans.”ĭonaldson spoke the words smoothly, unable to resist making such a comment and as he did so he ran his hand softly over her bottom.Ĭindy was taken aback and she was in no mood for this nonsense. I’ve always admired you and wanted to get to know you better.

Dreams to Die For by Alan G. Boyes