Chapter 4

Megan woke up a, niggling headache drawing an irritated groan from her lips.

After horrific traffic, the niggly headache turning into a full blown headache. This was the last time she walked through these doors. She needed to gather her things and say her goodbyes before she closed this chapter of her life.

Tracey smiled somewhat nervously as she noticed Megan walk in.

“Uuum Megan, Scott wants to see you immediately.’

Megan rolled her eyes, rubbing her head to try and persuade the headache to let go.

“Fuck, what does he want now?”

Tracey shrugged, her beautiful green eyes huge in her face.

She never could stand confrontation and she almost ran yesterday when Megan told Scott to go screw himself.

Her face gentled as she walked closer to the young girl.

‘I’m sorry about yesterday hun. But no man will make a fool out of me. “

“It’s ok. I think it was about time  someone put him back in his place. “

A faint blush spread over her young features.

“Honey, one thing you should remember. NEVER let anyone trample on you or treat you like shit. I’ve learned the hard way, the sooner you stand up for yourself the better! Tell Scott I’m on my way.”

He was standing at the window, staring out at the morning traffic below them.

Scott was an attractive man, if you liked that kind of look. His hair was short and curly. Shining like a raven’s wing on his head. She could see his profile as he stood, his Greek ancestry shown in the arrogant angle of his nose. His olive dark skin gave him a healthy glow and his perfectly toned body gave him the illusion that he was irresistible to any woman.

“Aaah Megan! Glad to see you came in this morning. I didn’t really expect you back today.”

By the obstinate lift of her chin and the calculating look in her eyes, he knew yesterdays’ episode was far from over. He loved the blaze in her eyes when she got angry, but he didn’t like it if he was the recipient of that stare.

She was a gorgeous woman. Why she was still single was beyond him. She had chestnut curls hanging past her waist, dark brown eyes that caused many a man to look twice, her full lips pouted slightly, giving her a sultry look. She had voluptuous curves, the perfect hourglass figure that would never do in the fashion world. In the eyes of designers she was to fully figured but he saw the envied look in the models eyes when Megan went on with her daily tasks, obvlious to their scrutiny. When she turned around she had an ass made from heaven, her breasts drove him insane, beckoning him to touch them, feel their fullness and that’s just what brought the whole mess on.

“If you’re done. I don’t have all day.”