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I walk in nervously and he grins. “Close the door behind you.”

I nod and slowly do as he says. I turn and face him. I’m nervous.

“Its so good to finally have you in my office,” he purrs.

I smile shyly.

His eyes hold mine and he swivels his chair from side to side. “You are much more beautiful in real

life.”

I smile stupidly like a schoolgirl and hold my breath as I fall into the seat at his desk.

“Can I see you tonight?” he asks.

Oh shit, that was fast.

“Umm.” Oh, I am having dinner with Brielle. “I’m sorry, I have plans tonight.”

His face falls.

“Tomorrow night?” I ask.

“Ah, my parents are in town and I’m seeing them tomorrow night,” he murmurs.

“Oh,” I reply.

“Everyone in the office is going out for drinks on Friday night after work. Maybe we could catch up

after that?” he asks.

“Yes.” I smile relieved. Everyone from work will be there so it will be less awkward.

“Can we grab a drink after?”

“That sounds great.”

He smiles and I see the flicker of excitement fill his eyes.

“Umm, Mark…” I hesitate. I need to tell him I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to success

stories in print.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone what’s going on between us.”

I frown. Okay, that was unexpected.

“And I would appreciate if you didn’t mention anything about us to any coworkers. I may get fired if

they know I recommended you for the job and I had a personal interest.”

I raise a brow. “Do you have a personal interest, Mark?” He smiles sexily. “It’s very personal,

Emerson, but you already know that, don’t you?”

I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment. “Yes, I do.” I smile.

“Now go out there and get to work. I would hate to bring you in here for disciplinary reasons.”

I bite my lip to stifle my smile. “Yes, sir,” I reply.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He sits back in his chair and his eyes hold mine as one of his brows lift. “I like the sound of you

saying that.”

Oh shit. Sir, he likes the sound of me saying sir. Christian Grey you are not and I am so not going

there. I’m a self-professed wimp. I stand and walk to the door, contemplating saying seeing you Friday,

sir to play along and be cute, but decide against it. I’m not feeding the tiger with stupid games when I

don’t even know what game I want to play.

At 3pm I am in desperate need of a caffeine and sugar fix. I start to get antsy. I look over at Travis who is

leaning back on his chair.

“Is it okay if I go and get a coffee?” I ask.

“Yeah, of course.”

I look over in the direction of the kitchen. The thought of walking over there alone is unappealing. I

look back at Travis in question.

He looks at me. “Do you want me to come with you?”

I smile. “Would you mind?”

He smirks and stands. “Come on then, wimp.”

We make our way to the kitchen.

“Hey, so you are the new girl?” a guy sitting over near the corridor asks as he leans back on his chair.

“Hi, yes, I’m Emerson.” I smile nervously.

“This is Charles,” replies Travis. “Charles is the master hider of the office. He is never at his desk

and always has somewhere very important to be. Don’t ever ask him to do anything for you because it

will never be done.”

I smile broadly and he winks cheekily. I like Charles. We keep walking. I glance into Mark’s office

and stop dead in my tracks.

Holy crap.

It’s him.

Mr. Twinkle is standing in Mark’s office. My God, what is he doing here? Shit, I scurry to the kitchen.

I don’t want him to see me. I look horrid.