tear over him or even thought of him much. Perhaps time did heal all wounds, she mused as she took a sip of her latte.
“Hey Sherina,” someone called from accounting as she passed their office.
“Hey,” she called back cheerily.
She was making friends now too, although even she had to admit she was somewhat wary of really letting anyone in. She had a hard time forgetting Deb with her fiery head of hair, her intense green eyes and her lying lips.
Sherina strolled into her office and plopped onto her seat, shoving Deb from her mind. The door opened almost immediately. Andre Duval was framed in the doorway. He was tall at six feet with salt and pepper hair, a warm mobile mouth, dark green eyes that made her think of green grass on a rainy day, and a penchant for showing up wherever Sherina went.
“Hey Sherina,” he said, his French accent making her name into poetry.
“Andre,” she sighed.
He strolled in, the very picture of controlled strength and intense masculinity. An air of power hung about him, as well it should given that he was the VP of the company. At thirty-six, he was considered one of the most eligible bachelors in New York and France. In the seven weeks or so since she had come to work for Paul, Andre had made it clear he would like to be friends and more but she was still too raw to pay much attention to him so she had made a point of keeping things light and friendly. The man had the persistence of a fox though. He showed up everywhere she went, his bold green eyes roving over her; his manners impeccable and faultless and his attention never straying from her. She’d noticed that he never stared at another woman; not in her presence anyway and while she was not attracted to him, it was very flattering.
Now that she thought about it, she had caught Darren’s eyes delving into Deb’s body on two occasions but she’d never thought much of it. She remembered one time he had visibly checked out a waitress on the anniversary of their relationship and Deb had been even more upset than Sherina had. Sherina had actually thought Deb’s reaction was just more evidence of her best friend’s protectiveness of her at the time; she knew better now.
“I was wondering Sherina, what you would say to dinner with me, tonight?” Andre asked bluntly as was his usual manner.
This was the millionth time he had come right out and asked her on a date and Sherina had said no so many times she was starting to feel like a bitch. The man was a complete gentleman, always unfailingly polite and kind to her; not to mention he was quite the looker. He was generous too, she thought, her eyes resting on the 24-carat gold paper-weight he had gifted her with when she joined the firm. Unfortunately, when she had joined the firm, her emotions were too raw and messy for her to even consider dating again and lately, her thoughts were always filled with a pair of dark, dark eyes with a weird silver light in them. Dr. David Knight had been on her mind for more than a week and it annoyed her to no end. He annoyed her and all she had wanted was for him to get out of her freaking mind and stay out! Besides he was kind of smooth; kind of like Darren.
No fair , her subconscious screamed. David was really nothing like Darren. He had character, a raw strength and just looking at him was intoxicating. She didn’t know him well but he sure triggered all the right feelings in her.
The last thing she needed was to fall for him and the best way to do that was to use someone else to stave off whatever feeling she may be developing for a man she had seen only once!
“I’ll go with you tonight,” she said, making up her mind immediately as she dimpled at Andre.
His eyes flashed green fire at her, showing his pleasure before he bowed and turned to leave.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I’m thinking Masa. Have you ever been?”
“No. It’s got to be one of the most expensive restaurants in New York.”
“It’s quite an