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She shook her head. Timothy looked panicked “Alright, alright,” he said hastily, putting his hand up in a panic “my boss is going to kill me for not using a different name. I didn’t think you would be this suspicious,” he said with a groan “I work for Grayson Oakes” he blurted out.
Silence. I frowned. Why would Grayson Oakes send his minion over here? It made no sense. No man wanted a date that badly. “Explain,” I said shortly “and this better be good.”
“He’s um, interested in you,” he said bowing his head “and he sent me to get to know what you are like in person. Whether you’re nice or …” he trailed off.
“Or if I’m a bitch behind closed doors” I concluded shaking my head, a small smile curving on my lips “I don’t get it, what kind of man wants to date this badly? Your boss could have any woman he wanted. I’m just a yoga instructor that he saw in a restaurant. Is he always like this when he decides to pursue someone?” I asked incredulously.
What happened to the man having no desire to date anyone? I was certainly no one special, unless….he somehow knew my real identity? No, it wasn’t possible I concluded. This had to be something else.
Timothy bit his lip “I was supposed to gather information about you and then go back and inform him. That was my order. If I tell you anything else, he’ll have my head.”
Rachel snorted “you’re not a very good spy,” she told him without sympathy as he blushed “we could tell how fake you were in an instant. I always do a background check on clients, especially at the moment,” she said with a telling look at me “the least you could have done is made up a fake surname.”
He grimaced “Please don’t tell my boss that. He’ll think I’m a complete idiot.”
“As opposed to what?” Rachel asked sweetly.
I felt a little bit of sympathy for him. Very little. I folded my arms across my chest and surveyed him frostily. “I was actually going to see your boss tomorrow” I informed Timothy with a raised brow “but I can see now that time is of the essence. I would like to find out for myself why he’s so interested in me. So Timothy” I said with a little smile, “I think you should come with us and show us to your boss’s home. If he wants to find out so much about me, then he should get it directly from the source.”
“You can’t do that” he protested in a panic as I smirked at him “nobody ever goes to the boss’s home. Hell, he barely likes me going in there.”
“Maybe he should have been more prudent about who he sent to spy on me,” I said unapologetically, nodding to Rachel who began to grab our stuff haphazardly.
I grabbed Timothy by the arm. “Ouch,” he said complaining as he felt my nails digging into his skin “What are you doing? Where are we going?”
“To his house,” I said and he looked at me, raising a brow and looking down at me with something akin to disdain.
“Don’t you think you should change first” he commented a little bit horrified.
I scowled. Rachel however nodded thoughtfully “he’s right Serena. You want the advantage, so you should turn up looking cool and composed instead of sweaty and disheveled.”
“Fine” I conceded, glaring at Timothy who looked miserable now “we’ll go back to the apartment, I’ll get changed and then Timothy here,” I said smiling at the poor man “will drive me to the house. I want to meet Grayson Oakes personally and who knows, maybe he can help me at the same time” I said to Rachel whose eyes lit up as she nodded at me.
“Help you? I don’t understand” Timothy wailed, as we began to head out of the studio.
I patted his shoulder, fighting back a grin “You don’t need to understand Timothy. Don’t stress so much, it’s not good for your health” I advised him as he began to look even more panicked “Your boss will understand.”
“He’s going to fire my sorry ass” Timothy muttered under his breath.
I pretended not to hear him.
Rachel took Timothy’s other arm and smiled brilliantly at him “Just so you know, my name is Rachel” she cooed at him, the man looking at her as Rachel pressed up against him “and my friend will make sure you don’t get fired so how about you relax, huh big boy” she said, as Timothy looked at her stunned, “and enjoy the ride sweetheart” she purred.
The poor guy didn’t stand a chance against Rachel’s seductive charms. I fought back my laughter as he began to follow her like a lost puppy, forgetting all about his troubles. Rachel certainly had a way with men, I mused, poor Timothy was just another man snared in her endless traps.
Grayson POV
I leaned back in the armchair, rifling blindly through the newspaper, my thoughts pertaining to Timothy and whether he would actually find out any valuable information about Miss Serena or if this was a waste of time. I frowned down at the newspaper, fighting the urge to slam it down on the coffee table, and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. Why was I feeling so impatient? This was not like me. Grayson Oakes did not chase women. Women chased me. But this girl was different. There was such a wholesomeness to her. Such an innocence to her.
The sound of my door clicking open, had my eyes darting towards the front entryway as a large whoosh escaped my chest. Timothy was finally here. I shifted on my seat and placed the newspaper down. “It’s about time,” I said gruffly “hurry up. I’m impatient to find out what you know.”
A decidedly feminine laugh accompanied my statement and I watched silently as Serena came waltzing in, a look of calmness on her face.
“Mrs Thorne, I was not expecting you to come walking into my home,” I said evenly, as she sauntered towards me, a small smile curved on her lips.
“Your assistant is no good at subterfuge,” she said brashly.
My own lips curved into an appreciative smile. I would be having some stern words with Timothy, but for now, I wasn’t averse to having some female company. I gestured for her to take a seat, drinking her in, enjoying the way her skirt hugged her curves and emphasized the slight swell of her buttocks, my mouth going dry as she sat down and viewed me with a raised brow. Her shirt was a plain white, but it clung tightly to her frame and showed the merest hint of cleavage, that left me wanting to see more.
“It’s Serena,” she said, extending her hand.
I took it, feeling how small it was inside my own, shaking it gently.
“I’m Grayson,” I said tilting my head “What is it I can do for you Serena,” I said delicately.
She gave a smile “You could tell me why you’re assistant is spying on me” she said coolly.
