around the corner, she bumped into him, sending his hot coffee all over the front of his expensive suit jacket and down the crotch of his pants.
“Mr. Evans! I didn’t see you there,” she gasped as she attempted to quickly wipe off the hot coffee.
For sure his favorite tie had been ruined, but he found himself amused with her clumsiness, as well as annoyed with his budding jealousy. She continued to rub at his shirt with her bare hands which only made him laugh at her lame attempts at cleaning him up. What did she think she was going to accomplish, anyway?
“Please stop doing that, Minou ,” he gently chastised her, inadvertently using her nickname.
She promptly stopped and dragged him by the hand to the break room where she mixed a concoction of salt and ice, and began to rub his shirt, tie and lapels in small circles while dabbing it with a dry paper towel. To his amazement, the stain slowly faded.
While she worked diligently to remove the stains, he took the opportunity to look her over more closely. Even in close proximity she was flawless. The small beauty mark above her mouth made him suddenly feel the strange urge to lean in and kiss it, which was ironic considering he had snubbed her for doing the very same thing only a few hours earlier.
As he leaned down, she abruptly straightened up with a worried look on her face. “I think I’ve got most of the stain out. If you stand under the hand dryer in the restroom, it should dry quickly.”
He was relieved that Chloe hadn’t noticed his feeble attempt at displaying affection. Hell, he had already given her the wrong impression about what he wanted, and the last thing he needed was to lead her on any further.
When her eyes moved down his body to his pants, a stupid grin spread across his face. He hoped she liked what she saw.
“Hold on, I missed a spot,” she knelt in front of him and began rubbing vigorously.
He rolled his eyes at himself for his own arrogance in assuming she was checking out his package. However, the friction of her motions urged his still semi-rigid shaft into a full-blown erection. When she came face-to-face with his hard-on, she ceased all movement. Looking down at the astonished expression on her face, another fit of laughter burst out of him. Was she so naïve not to realize what she had been doing? He was only human after all, and for fuck’s sake, she was gorgeous.
Her eyes shot up to his and her mouth parted in surprise at the sound of his enjoyment.
Just then, two individuals from accounting walked into the room. Their conversation came to a screeching halt as they stared at the awkward scene in front of them.
Chloe instantly stood. “I was just cleaning him… I mean, I… he has a spot that needs attention. What I mean is…”
“You’re only making things worse,” Logan chuckled.
She swiftly shot him a look that could kill. “I have work to do,” she muttered and excused herself as she pushed past the two gentlemen who both stood smiling stupidly at her.
*
Chloe hadn’t expected to see Logan so soon after embarrassing herself, and she had managed to embarrass herself yet again.
"Arrogant, paddle-wielding-piece-of-perfection," she mumbled, as she made her way back down to the dungeon known as the file room.
It was a slow day, and there wasn’t much for her to do except wait around for requests. She was pleased to find that her manager had the day off as the unexpected downtime would give her the opportunity to do some pricing of furnishing ideas she had planned for Logan's place.
Before tackling that project, she dug out the check that Logan had given her. Staring at it, a slow smile crept onto her face. She had just been hired to decorate the home of one of the area's leading architects. When the realization slowly sunk in that there was no need for her to keep the file room job anymore, she promptly began writing a letter of resignation.
She had no sooner typed the first line when the word Minou
“Mr. Evans! I didn’t see you there,” she gasped as she attempted to quickly wipe off the hot coffee.
For sure his favorite tie had been ruined, but he found himself amused with her clumsiness, as well as annoyed with his budding jealousy. She continued to rub at his shirt with her bare hands which only made him laugh at her lame attempts at cleaning him up. What did she think she was going to accomplish, anyway?
“Please stop doing that, Minou ,” he gently chastised her, inadvertently using her nickname.
She promptly stopped and dragged him by the hand to the break room where she mixed a concoction of salt and ice, and began to rub his shirt, tie and lapels in small circles while dabbing it with a dry paper towel. To his amazement, the stain slowly faded.
While she worked diligently to remove the stains, he took the opportunity to look her over more closely. Even in close proximity she was flawless. The small beauty mark above her mouth made him suddenly feel the strange urge to lean in and kiss it, which was ironic considering he had snubbed her for doing the very same thing only a few hours earlier.
As he leaned down, she abruptly straightened up with a worried look on her face. “I think I’ve got most of the stain out. If you stand under the hand dryer in the restroom, it should dry quickly.”
He was relieved that Chloe hadn’t noticed his feeble attempt at displaying affection. Hell, he had already given her the wrong impression about what he wanted, and the last thing he needed was to lead her on any further.
When her eyes moved down his body to his pants, a stupid grin spread across his face. He hoped she liked what she saw.
“Hold on, I missed a spot,” she knelt in front of him and began rubbing vigorously.
He rolled his eyes at himself for his own arrogance in assuming she was checking out his package. However, the friction of her motions urged his still semi-rigid shaft into a full-blown erection. When she came face-to-face with his hard-on, she ceased all movement. Looking down at the astonished expression on her face, another fit of laughter burst out of him. Was she so naïve not to realize what she had been doing? He was only human after all, and for fuck’s sake, she was gorgeous.
Her eyes shot up to his and her mouth parted in surprise at the sound of his enjoyment.
Just then, two individuals from accounting walked into the room. Their conversation came to a screeching halt as they stared at the awkward scene in front of them.
Chloe instantly stood. “I was just cleaning him… I mean, I… he has a spot that needs attention. What I mean is…”
“You’re only making things worse,” Logan chuckled.
She swiftly shot him a look that could kill. “I have work to do,” she muttered and excused herself as she pushed past the two gentlemen who both stood smiling stupidly at her.
*
Chloe hadn’t expected to see Logan so soon after embarrassing herself, and she had managed to embarrass herself yet again.
"Arrogant, paddle-wielding-piece-of-perfection," she mumbled, as she made her way back down to the dungeon known as the file room.
It was a slow day, and there wasn’t much for her to do except wait around for requests. She was pleased to find that her manager had the day off as the unexpected downtime would give her the opportunity to do some pricing of furnishing ideas she had planned for Logan's place.
Before tackling that project, she dug out the check that Logan had given her. Staring at it, a slow smile crept onto her face. She had just been hired to decorate the home of one of the area's leading architects. When the realization slowly sunk in that there was no need for her to keep the file room job anymore, she promptly began writing a letter of resignation.
She had no sooner typed the first line when the word Minou
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