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Hi there, nothing really important just really wondering if anyone actually reads this lol, but I don't care (well I do but...) ANYWHORE...
Hint: "Chemistry" somewhere in this chapter so read all the way through lol.
Read on, lovelies. ;)
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There are times when people do things that shock you to the point where you don't know how to respond or even breathe, -- this was one of them. My heart couldn't possibly beat any faster than it currently was and I didn't know what do. No guy has ever had this affect on me, let alone have the balls to say something like that. He was stepping over lines that I didn't know existed and I don't know if I even wanted them to.
I realized I hadn't said a word, just a little gasp escaped my mouth, indicating that he caught me off guard. And of course he smirked at that, reveling in the fact that he could do that to me and he barely knew me...men.
I had to distance myself before he thought that this workplace would be an environment to fool around and get handsy, if you know what I mean. This would be strictly professional.
"Cat gotchur' tongue, sweetheart?" He winked, his hand still wrapped, firmly around my waist. When I didn't reply, he took that opportunity to speak again.
"What I'd give to be that cat..." He murmured.
Oh my.
After sometime, after he was done staring into my eyes, after I had gathered my thoughts, I spoke with a shaky nervous voice.
"...What I'd give for you to let me go.." I muttered looking down. I knew I was lying, but I wanted him to think I truly wanted him to let me go. I wanted to come off snarky and a little rude, but instead my voice left my lips sounding unsure and childlike.
Nonetheless, he looked like someone splashed water on him. Good.
Travis slowly untangled his hand from my thin waist, coughing awkwardly and then patting the imaginary dust off his suit.
"Ahem. Right, sorry. I don't know why I did that, I just...I don't know." when I didn't say anything he cleared his throat again "Maybe I should go and come back tomorrow when I'm more prepared?"
I suddenly didn't want him to go, but I did at the same time, I needed oxygen and he was like carbon dioxide, not letting me breathe. God, maybe this was a mistake, then again maybe it wasn't.
"Yeah...when you're more prepared." I smiled sheepishly.
He returned it with a crooked smile,
"So that means I still have a job, then?"
Ugh. He sure does jump back quick.
"Yea, of course. Just...maybe don't do that again, ha." I half coughed, half laughed, awkwardly.
His grin lessened for a split second then reappeared, like he was unaffected by my, not-so-thinly-veiled, request to stop flirting with me, "Great! So, tomorrow?" He raised his eyebrows in anticipation.
Suddenly a day apart seemed like so little, I needed more to assess the situation.
"How about a week or so? You know, so you have even more preparation time?"
Aka: time for me to get my head on and eat ice cream while think about your face, lips, hands, body and voice and pretty much obsess over you.
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