Time Beyond A Dream

r. She'd tried her hardest to keep a poker face on. She was a professional after all, and she had seen wors

hat long for the answer since he took her grips and pu

e?" Frowning, they both went into the table as Catherine brought back the brown manila envelope she'd forgotten from yesterday's meeting. "Yes, and can you please let me go?"

od, she couldn't remember where, when, or how. Disappoin

the copy room. And for the facts, he looks rather familiar in any way was more frightening than having to drink a coffee without a lump of sugar in it. How could he be so perfect? She associated his physical characteristics with those of underwear model-kind-of-perfection. He was superb-looking and his general appea

she could smell the mixture of col

k of me now, Miss -I'm-running-late-, did I get your tongue under your throat?" He asked, snaking an arm

sorry for hitting into you earlier on the sidewalk, Mr. Walton." she stammer

yours, Miss-I'm-running-late-? Do I make you feel uncomfortable? Now that you know who I was?" He trailed off, "Or

ter all the new boss, so she just nodded and turned around to leave. He grinned

an Dickhead Walton. Not only was the guy rude and arrogant, but he was also the definition of the man who knows it a

tiresome, and she zoome

by 4:00 pm so Catherine ate the single leftover sandwich from this morning and typed

d up and trudged out the door, slamming it shut on her way out. Her day was done, and it exhausted her like hell. She sighed, thinking about the new boss. The bus ri

the chilling wind outside, Catherine knew for sure a ride from home wasn't any better, she'd threaded her way in

e snuggled right into her. Her dreams were always the same. She could recall the flat shade of blue-grey hue of his eyes the last time he scowled at her — the glow w