Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?
Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.
It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between
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The phone kept ringing, but there was no answer, and Mitch started to worry. Leaning against the wall of the trailer he listened to the ringing tone, panic building. Glancing up and seeing Ellie walking towards him, a sheet of paper in her hand he hung up, watching the sly smile on her face as she came nearer to him.
"Here, if you're wondering why you're not getting an answer at the other end, this is the reason."
Handing him the printed out email he read the words, not really taking them in at first and having to read them again.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Ellie smiled, "And what did you think would happen when your little work diversion got back to her through the newspapers in the UK?"
"It's only that, a diversion. There's nothing in it. It's just release from the tension of work."
"She doesn't know you like I do Mitch. She's not used to your usual little diversions."
Scrunching up the e mail from Lisa that in a few short terse lines told him what Lisa thought of him and that she had resigned from her job he swore. "She's being stupid, what did she think I would do for five weeks. It's not as if we're married. We've only just met."
"So why are you so angry that she's dumped you?" the smile grew purely malicious, "Male ego? Hurt pride? Or just plain shock that she would do it?"
Mitch felt himself flush, "I'll sort this out when I get back in a few weeks time. It's not ego Ellie, nor pride. I really liked her."
"You have a strange way of showing it Mitch, fucking the redhead."
*
Lisa stood at the water cooler in the office that she had been temping in for the last few days. She felt continually thirsty and kept peeing lately. Over the past week she had ignored the voicemail messages and texts on her mobile from Mitch, her self righteous indignation fuelling her anger at him.
Stomping over towards her desk where a pile of paperwork sat waiting to be filed, she felt the nausea sweep up suddenly, causing her to run towards the ladies, only just making it as she brought up her breakfast in loud heaving noises.
Sitting on the toilet wiping her sweat beaded forehead she realised what this meant,
Pregnant. With Mitch's child. What a mess.
She could hardly support herself, and now she had an added complication. Bursting into tears she sat there in the small cubical sobbing until she was found by one of the other office workers who comforted her as Lisa poured out her heart, admitting that she was no longer with the possible father, omitting to mention who that father was.
*
Walking down the steps of the plane at Heathrow a few weeks later Mitch was determined to see Lisa and make up. He had it all planned out in his mind. He was going to explain that he had made a big mistake with the red head, and that he would promise not to ever do it again if Lisa would just give him another chance. Hoping she would forgive him he strode towards the VIP lounge and out to the car waiting to sweep him home.
Walking through the VIP corridor out to the exit a few hardy photographers took photos, and unlike his normal self he scowled at them, angry at their part in revealing his liaison with the make up girl to the world and ultimately to Lisa.
Settling back into the leather of the car seat he told the driver, "Forget taking me home, take me to Grand Drive in Bromley, South London." He was gambling that by the time they would have fought the London traffic across to the South East of London from Heathrow Lisa would be home.
*
Shivvy was bending over looking at the lasagne in the oven, checking to see how it was cooking when the doorbell rang. Shutting the oven door and straightening up she called up to Lisa who had arrived home from work only moments before, and was doing her now nightly ritual of throwing up in the bathroom before she came back down to settle for the night and for the two of them to discuss and plan for her future.
Calling up the stairs Shivvy yelled,"You expecting anyone tonight?"
Hearing a muffled "No." she walked to the door and opened it.
"What do you want you bastard?" she hissed at the man standing on her doorstep, his hands in the back pocket of his jeans, his designer black leather jacket open over his light blue tee shirt, his hair glistening with the drops of rain that was starting to fall.
"Is Lisa here?"
