Moving On Snipper

I have a wedding this weekend, so I thought that I would share another snipper from Moving On with you all, and next week do What's on page? for you.

I hope you enjoy this.

"Kim, you have a visitor." Zoe pops her head into my room.
Walking towards the living room, I realize who it is straight away. He’s wearing one of his usual expensive suits. However, this is deep navy and I can tell that it’s been tai-
I don’t return it, how can I? I most probably look like I’ve just risen from my grave.
“If I want something, I get it." He smirks.
I remember that, that's something he lives by and I don't give a shit about it.
"That doesn't answer my question, Mr Webb." I say impatiently, crossing my arms across my chest. I raise
I remember that, that's something he lives by and I don't give a shit about it.
"That doesn't answer my question, Mr Webb." I say impatiently, crossing my arms across my chest. I raise
"From your office.” He admits, finally, and my eyebrows snap together, must be Rob, no doubt about it. "What do you want?" I ask as if he’s boring me. I start tapping my bare foot on the floor and purse my lips. He eyes me carefully, but I don’t budge.
"I have a charity event this evening.
"I have a charity event this evening.” He finally begins to explain. “I want you to be my date.”
"I have to go shopping, sorry." I turn to walk away.
"You can join us for lunch.” Zoe says as she pops her head out of the kitchen.
Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, though. If I went on just one date with Nick, then he’d leave me alone.

lored to fit his broad back. I watch as he lifts his hand and runs it through his silky hair as he peers out the win- dow.
Breaking out of my thoughts, I wonder what he’s doing in my freaking flat. And how did he freaking know my address?
I give a loud cough to let him know I am in the room.
"Miss Turner.” He says as he spins around and eyes me with a smile.
"How do you know where I live?" I immediately ask, sounding cranky.
my eyebrow at him. Surely no one’s that up themselves?
What kind of game is he playing?
“Uh, usually you have to ask.” I prompt him. “But it doesn’t matter anyway, because I'm going to the event as a reporter.” I pause briefly. “Zoe’s my date."
His lips then purse together, clearly trying not to smile. "How about lunch then?"
Ugh, he just won’t give up!
I stop in my tracks and look at her with wide eyes.
“That’s a wonderful invitation.” I spin back around to face him, planting a fake smile on my face. But he turns away from me and is now handing Zoe his card. “Give me a call when you’re ready.”

"We will.” She smiles and takes the card from him.
Before leaving, he shoots one last glance at me and again, tries not to laugh. How could he not get the hint? I can’t date anyone; last night was clearly proof of that.
"What the hell?" I ask Zoe when she closes the door.
"The poor guy is trying so hard.” She defends herself, avoiding eye contact with me. “I felt bad! He had pup- py dog eyes!"
"He didn't have puppy dog eyes and he just basically stalked me in our flat! Don't you find that creepy? Or scary?"
"You know what it is? It's called effort.” Zoe says, rolling her eyes. “And a hot guy putting that much effort in for you is sweet and romantic."
Now I roll my eyes though my heart skips a beat from her words, giving me a glimmer of hope that Nick ac- tually wants to be nice to me, but I swallow it down. I can’t think that.
"I'll never win an argument with you, saying stuff like that.” I shake my head at her.
"Because you're so negative.” Zoe says, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Whatever.” I sigh as we leave and head to the stores. 

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