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The next few weeks flew by. Robert had authorised all aspects of my communication plan and the information leaflet had been printed and distributed. The poster campaign had started and the pens were issued, and despite cynical amusement from some quarters I was starting to see them both everywhere. I'd completely rewritten the accreditation questionnaire and, together with the number crunchers, met with the assessor. The numbers did add up and he was very impressed with the communication. Things were looking favourable and Robert had asked me to update the board at the next meeting.
I had hardly seen him since the last meeting but he was constantly in my thoughts. When I wasn't working on his project, my mind wandered back to him. I checked his diary constantly, re-read emails he'd sent me, replayed conversations we'd had, let my vivid imagination run riot. It had been a long time since I'd felt attracted to anyone but I was well aware of the fact that this was an obsession bordering on madness. He'd been in head office only once since the steering group meeting and the encounter had done nothing to diminish my feelings for him. He had been heading for the door when I called his name. He paused to look round, spotted me heading towards him and smiled. It stopped my heart. I felt a treacherous blush creep across my cheeks.
"Yes, Anna?"
"Sorry to catch you on the hop, have you got a minute?" He looked at his watch. "I'll be quick."
"I just wanted to let you know that the assessor rang and I got the impression we're going to get accredited."
"That's great news," he said, a wide grin stretching across his face. "In no small way due to your hard work. Well done. I have to go," he touched my arm as if to apologise. "We can catch up next week. Thanks." And he was through the door. But I could still feel the ghost of his fingers on the bare skin of my forearm.
The day before the board briefing I was at my desk when he came over to ask me how my presentation was going. I turned back to the screen and he stood behind me with his hand resting on the back of my chair. As I went through the slides, he leaned towards the screen and I caught the musky scent of his aftershave. I suddenly found it difficult to breath.
"Looks good," he said, his breath hot against my cheek. "Bring it to my office when you're done and we'll go through it." My heart thumped painfully in my chest.
Later on, I was in the kitchen filling the kettle when he came in to make himself a cup of coffee. He smiled hello and asked how I was, even though it hadn't been 15 minutes since our last conversation. I placed my mug on the counter, the side emblazoned with the insignia of the football club I supported.