The Lookalike - Fanfic

by Lisa Marbly Dec 2000

"Miss Sinclair can you step into my office please." Mr Rane said from the doorway of his highrise Office.

"Yes sir." Was Angie's reply, as she stepped inside the office, heavy wooden desk, leather highback chair, definately a man's office smelling of old spice and a stale cigar, she looked at her employer, who was standing by the large window, taking in the view of the city they both inhabited, wow! She thought as she scanned the length of his well built body, dressed in a classic blue suit, she paused at his golden hair softly kissing his broad and manly shoulders, she waited with bated breath for those gorgeous blue eyes, with fringy dark lashes to turn and look at her.

"Ah!" He said in his husky yet cultured British voice. "Please sit." He said extending a hand. She did as she was asked and wondered what all this was about, she'd only been in his employ for one month, and everytime she looked at him she had a feeling she'd seen this beautiful man before, but where? "I'll bet you're wondering why I've called you in?" "Yes it crossed my mind." She replied as cool as she could make her voice, without giving away the true nature of her very well being this man made her sweat, like no man could, her mind started to wander, what must it be like to be in his clutches?

"Miss Sinclair?!" She jumped at his commanding voice. "Are you listening?" "Sure, sorry" He resumed. "As you know my business takes me on the road a lot, so I'll be leaving tomorrow morning for Los Angeles." A slight frown crossed her almost perfect features, porcelain skin, with large dark eyes. "Something wrong?" He asked. "No of course not, she replied embarrassed that he had noticed, he studied her briefly then surprised her with, "How about dinner tonight?" "I, I'd love to." She stammered. "I'll pick you up at eight o clock, how's that?" "Perfect."

True to his word he was there, at eight o clock on the dot, driving his silver BMW, red roses in hand, he looked so handsome, and his smile was intoxicating. He took her to Perro's, they ate, they danced, it was heaven in his arms, but it must end, and tomorrow he'll be gone for two weeks, she thought, will I survive? She smiled at her irrational thoughts and glanced into the eyes that made her so weak kneed and gasped at the realization of the man who held her so close.

"It's you!" She whispered. "Beg pardon?" He asked perplexed. "You're Charles Rane, that terrorist, I read about. He laughed. "No, no of course not, how could I have a successful business and be free? the man is a monster, I just happen to resemble him, believe me I've been mistaken for him before. "But you have the same name, he kissed her forehead, smiled seductively, "I am not him, trust me." And her fears were laid to rest.

After a wonderful evening , he took her home, they stood briefly on her steps. "I've got a confession." "I am him, thee Charles Rane." She gasped and made a move to flee, but he caught her by the elbow. "I didn't want you to cause a scene." She was terrified, but turned on at the same time, she turned to putty as he leaned in to kiss her, she was waiting for the pressure of his lips, when she was jarred awake by a clap of thunder. "Darn!" She shouted I was only dreaming, she sighed, grabbed her pillow and hoped that Charles would find his way into her dreams again.

The End