10- Dinner without him
Ashley’s pov
Thankfully my Excel sheet experience proved to be of some use. Whatever Justin wanted, I not only got it in a jiffy but also started doing it on a PC placed in the corner of the study.
He got busy with his laptop on his desk and kept taking his official calls. Once I started doing my job, we did not talk much except I once asked him if I could start munching Doritos.
A man whose name was Alex delivered large bags of Doritos to the office. The moment Justin nodded at me to go ahead I beamed and got busy.
While doing my work I was aware of his strong presence in the room. I could feel the occasional glances, he was throwing in my direction.
It felt like working near him was making him happy.
My work was going smoothly when I got stuck at a company’s name. I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to include its calculation or not.
“Justin. Do I have to include this company’s calculations or leave it?” I asked him when he was talking to someone on call. Now it was counted as bad manners to disturb someone midst of a conversation.
He nodded his head giving me his approval and said into the phone, “It’s Ashley, Sarah. I think I need to disconnect the call. We need to get done with the job today before evening.”
Whoever, he was talking to, seemed to know about me. Who was Sarah?
“Bye, Sarah!” He placed his phone on the desk and stood up stretching his gorgeous body.
The man had panther–like grace. Straightening, he gave me his signature dimpled smile and started walking towards me.
“Show me, how much you have done.” He was about to lean behind me to look at the monitor screen when I quickly shifted sideways to let him sit on the chair.
“Don’t move, kitten!” He held my shoulders firmly and brought his face closer to mine. The strong male perfume hitting my nostrils was making me sweat.
This man was hot as hell. I gulped down trying to remember that I needed to inhale Oxygen. I was sure my cheeks must have turned crimson.
“You are doing good, kitten.” His hand reached to the mouse from behind to scroll the screen. I tilted my head a little to look at his sculpted face that was close to me.
Like very close!
His straight nose.
Those long eyelashes.
“Kitten. You need to focus on the PC.” There was amusement in his voice.
Shit! He must be thinking that I am a freak. I cleared my throat, “It’s just that…”
“That?” He turned his head towards me and looked into my eyes.
“You are handsome!” I shrugged nonchalantly but sheet! Why did I say that?
“You find me handsome, Honeybun?” He brought his face closer to me and before I could decide what he was trying to do, he bumped his forehead playfully into mine.
“You are a quick learner, Ashley.” He stood up praising me, “I have asked them to bring us lunch.” He said busily again concentrating on his PC.
Lunch? Here? Was it for me or both of us?
The answer was, both of us when a woman in her early forties entered and started instructing the staff to set the dishes on the table placed in the couch sitting area. I wonder why Helga did not serve the dishes.
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