She bit her lips and giggled. “If you say so. I won’t object. That Janice Bell, is she still in the company?”
Mark squinted his eyes, bent down, and inched closer toward her. He placed his hands on the front of her body, as if ready to push her down at any moment. “She’s probably still around… Have you been thinking about her?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I was just asking. Aren’t you overthinking? Go and get your work done. We’ll go home together when you’re finished.”
He didn’t release her and continued his oppressive stance instead. He even moved closer toward her. They were now so close that they could feel each other’s breaths. He could see her delicate cheeks oh-so-clearly. They were so fair that he could see the green veins beneath her skin. When she lifted her chin, his gaze trailed downward—it was her smooth neck that released a delightful fragrance, drawing him into a continued reverie.
Upon realizing that their situation had gotten too flirtatious, Arianne’s cheeks heated up. She lifted her hands, placed them on her chest, and pushed back. “What are you doing? Your reputation is finished if anyone catches us.”
He grabbed her frail hands, placed them against his lips, and kissed them. “No one would dare come in. Every time I think about how your time will be spent on Smore once you get home, I feel as if I should do everything necessary now… What do you think?”
She was shocked by his boldness. “Are you insane? This is the office!”
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