PERFECT
What was I about to say? Shit!
I completely forgot what I was about to say. I was not prepared to make a fool of myself in front of this handsome, god of cuteness. He should be a statue. A really beautiful statue mounted somewhere strategic so that girls could pray to whenever they needed a cute partner. A physically endowed partner. He had a well sculpted face and lips that could render you speechless.
Like it just did me
His physique was astonishing as his suit hugged every inch of his perfect body.
God, I’m jealous of his suit!
To be that close to him. I was aware of every part of him. I looked directly at him and realized that he was looking at me weirdly, like he was assessing me with his eyes.
God his eyes! I suddenly became too conscious of everything. I wondered if my skirt was too short or if I had an issue with the collar of my shirt. I had not eaten anything or I would have been worried of food crumbs on my face or on my clothe.
Why the hell was he staring at me in that manner? I began to feel uncomfortable. The room suddenly felt too small, like so many eyes were on me all at once and there was no air and I couldn’t breathe.
Was I about to panic? Why?
The feeling suddenly parted my lips, pushing out words.
“Mr. Jones sent me” I kept a straight face and looked him straight in the eyes as I continued “to collect a package for him”.
I always had a good poker face. People never really knew how I felt by looking at my face. I acted so unaffected. He slowly dropped the book he was holding on the table and ran his right fingers over his eyebrow as if he wanted to remember what he had to say before turning to face me again.
Oh God, why do I find that sexy?
I licked my lips. It was a habit I had tried so hard to stop because it usually sent the wrong message to some people. Thank God he wasn’t looking at me as I did or he would have also gotten the wrong message. Wrong? I don’t think it would have been a wrong message in his case.
“Okay, yeah, yeah”. His eyes were brown. Brown and beautiful. He picked up the bunch of files on his table and handed it to me.
I collected the files from him and thanked him. I wasn't sure if I was thanking him for the files or if I was thanking him for being such a blessing to women, for feeding my eyes. He definitely had to have this effect on all women.
“Are you sure you can carry that? It’s kind of heavy. I can help you” He said, his voice gracing every word perfectly as he once again ran his fingers across his eye brow.
I wouldn’t mind you helping me out all the way to my house.
“I can carry it, thank you” I smiled and pulled at the door handle with my right hand while holding the ‘package’ with my left
“I didn’t get your name” Crap! I just don’t like others when guys put that question like that.
“I didn’t tell you my name”. With the glass door closing after me, I left the office. I wanted to go back and scream my name. ‘it’s Kate! It’s Kate!’. I wanted to go back and just look at him. Then I remembered what Rita had said about him and continued walking towards the elevator. It didn’t add up though. He was far from creepy and he was a complete gentleman. With his looks and charm, I would definitely give him a chance if I were Rita, at least, get to know him beyond his physical looks. The guy seemed okay.
Okay? He was freaking perfect!
I completely forgot what I was about to say. I was not prepared to make a fool of myself in front of this handsome, god of cuteness. He should be a statue. A really beautiful statue mounted somewhere strategic so that girls could pray to whenever they needed a cute partner. A physically endowed partner. He had a well sculpted face and lips that could render you speechless.
Like it just did me
His physique was astonishing as his suit hugged every inch of his perfect body.
God, I’m jealous of his suit!
To be that close to him. I was aware of every part of him. I looked directly at him and realized that he was looking at me weirdly, like he was assessing me with his eyes.
God his eyes! I suddenly became too conscious of everything. I wondered if my skirt was too short or if I had an issue with the collar of my shirt. I had not eaten anything or I would have been worried of food crumbs on my face or on my clothe.
Why the hell was he staring at me in that manner? I began to feel uncomfortable. The room suddenly felt too small, like so many eyes were on me all at once and there was no air and I couldn’t breathe.
Was I about to panic? Why?
The feeling suddenly parted my lips, pushing out words.
“Mr. Jones sent me” I kept a straight face and looked him straight in the eyes as I continued “to collect a package for him”.
I always had a good poker face. People never really knew how I felt by looking at my face. I acted so unaffected. He slowly dropped the book he was holding on the table and ran his right fingers over his eyebrow as if he wanted to remember what he had to say before turning to face me again.
Oh God, why do I find that sexy?
I licked my lips. It was a habit I had tried so hard to stop because it usually sent the wrong message to some people. Thank God he wasn’t looking at me as I did or he would have also gotten the wrong message. Wrong? I don’t think it would have been a wrong message in his case.
“Okay, yeah, yeah”. His eyes were brown. Brown and beautiful. He picked up the bunch of files on his table and handed it to me.
I collected the files from him and thanked him. I wasn't sure if I was thanking him for the files or if I was thanking him for being such a blessing to women, for feeding my eyes. He definitely had to have this effect on all women.
“Are you sure you can carry that? It’s kind of heavy. I can help you” He said, his voice gracing every word perfectly as he once again ran his fingers across his eye brow.
I wouldn’t mind you helping me out all the way to my house.
“I can carry it, thank you” I smiled and pulled at the door handle with my right hand while holding the ‘package’ with my left
“I didn’t get your name” Crap! I just don’t like others when guys put that question like that.
“I didn’t tell you my name”. With the glass door closing after me, I left the office. I wanted to go back and scream my name. ‘it’s Kate! It’s Kate!’. I wanted to go back and just look at him. Then I remembered what Rita had said about him and continued walking towards the elevator. It didn’t add up though. He was far from creepy and he was a complete gentleman. With his looks and charm, I would definitely give him a chance if I were Rita, at least, get to know him beyond his physical looks. The guy seemed okay.
Okay? He was freaking perfect!
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