CEO AND WIDOW 2 CHILDREN

The Mind of Clara Anderson

Christian POV

I stood looking at the view of Jakarta from my office. I put both hands in my pants pocket and felt like a butterfly was flying in my stomach.

Clara Anderson's

She is beautiful, smart and has a sense of pride in herself.

Although I've tried various ways to forget about Clara after that meeting. I kept thinking about Clara.

The way he looked, the smell of his body, the shape of his body. It was as if there was a burning fire in his eyes.

although I often walk with beautiful women. But Clara Anderson is the most beautiful woman I've ever met.

I sat down at the table and played the pen on my finger as I thought about what I should say to Clara. I need to call Clara to continue the meeting. I took a breath and started calling Clara.

"Hello, this is Clara Anderson's office."

"Hi, Angel. This is Christian Miles" Chris said

"Oh, hi, Christian" Angel answered happily "You want to go to Clara?"

"yes, can he?" answer Chris

"i went straight to Clara and Chris"

"thank you, Angel" replied Chris

I waited a while... Then Clara answered the phone.

"Hello, it's Clara"

"Hello, Clara... This is Christian Miles" I replied

"Oh" Clara was silent for a moment

damn, it turns out that Angel didn't say I called. This familiar feeling began to enter my body and seeped into the bone.

"i just wanted to see if you were okay after our meeting that time" Christian closed his eyes.

"Chris or Tian, don't use Sir" replied Chris

"there's something I can help you with" Clara replied with a snapshot.

Christian's mind was immediately shattered.. Previously had prepared things to be said but it was lost all.

"Christian" call Clara

"i want to know, you want to not date me on Sunday night?" Chris closed his eyes again with horror . . . What are you doing now Christian????

Clara fell silent and answered in shock and wonder "you invited me to date?"

"i didn't like the way we met at the time. I want to do it again" replied Chris

Clara chuckled in a demeaning "righteous one to you. I'm not going to go with you even if you're the last man in the world." Clara whispered "money and looks don't interest me, Mr. Christian"

I bit my lower lip ... Ouch "our past meetings were not personal, Clara"

"Oh, very personal to me Mr. Chris. Find other women you can invite. I'm not interested in date with cold guys and playboys like you" Clara hung up

I saw the phone I was holding. High adrenaline triggers the system in your body to work and think about the words Clara said before.

I'm scared of what I feel, between shock or being impressed with Clara.

Maybe both.

I've never been rejected by a woman before. And obviously I never talked like that with other women.

So who is Clara Anderson?

Why is Clara Anderson always on my mind?

I opened my computer and found out about Clara Anderson on Google.

Who's Clara Anderson?