Norman had a strange look on her face. She lookedsomewhat amused, somewhat intrigued. The suddenly, sheraised her left leg and pushed him back to the ...round,sending him flat on his back. He looked up, shocked, and was about to rise, when sheused her leg to hold him down, tapping her pen againsther cheek pensively, she stared at him, and he knewinstinctively that this was going to be an unusual dayfor him. “So you’re sorry, huh?” she said deliberately.“Yes, Mrs. Norman,. “Genius idea Em. He’d never be able to suss it out. Judging by his past history he’s a bit of a dullard where IT is concerned”.“He certainly is, anything more than sending an email was about his limit. He used to get his PA to do anything the slightest bit complicated for him, then he’d rip her apart if she made the slightest mistake. He was famous or should I say infamous for it in the office. What an arsehole”.Chapter Twelve“So Caroline, what do you think? I remember how turned on you were. I curled up to wait. With the setting sun's warmth on my pelt, I dozed. In deference to human custom, I had been sleeping only ten hours a day and it simply caught up with me.Waking to the sound of Ceilidh's name, I realized I'd been hearing it for some time. The sight that greeted me took a few seconds to process. My extremely friendly barista, now bereft of her green and white uniform, was tangled up face-down between a pair long, tan legs. They are in sharp contrast to her own naturally. The stables for the wholesale delivery round had been in the charge of a Bert Wiggins, but when he was taken ill, Jake suspected due to imbibing large quantities of alcohol, Jonathon had been promoted. It had been a good move, because although one or two of the men objected to working under a ‘blackie’, the stables were now clean and smart and the horses always well turned out.“Sir Jacob, it is good to see you, sir,” Jonathon greeted him in his deep baritone. “How may I help?”Jake was a little.