𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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The sight infront me is not the one I expected. Shivanya is infront of my door wrapped around a large sheet like a burrito and she's squirming.
"Do you need anything?" I ask her raking my hand through my messy hair. She notices the movement and looks away.
"I couldn't sleep." She looks down and wiggles her toes while avoiding my eyes. "Whenever I close my eyes I feel like someone is going to jump from the shadows." She whispers looking afraid.
I understand her completely. Her trauma might have given her paranoia to last a life time.
"Do you want to sleep with me?" I ask awkwardly suddenly regretting my choice of words. Her eyes widen and her lips part and she blushes furiously. I would've admired the sight if not for the words that tumbled out of my mouth.
"I apologise. That was not what I intended to say." I rephrase the question carefully again, "Would you like to sleep here?"
"I don't want to take advantage of you." She says and her lips part, "Not that I am planning to." She amends quickly.
A smile lifts the corner of my lips. "Oh. I thought you were putting on an act to sleep beside me." I say sarcastically, while she rolls her eyes playfully at me all along a smile plays at her sensual lips.
Which I want to do unthinkable things for.
Not helping.
I open the door wider silently inviting her inside. She takes a step, observing my room. It's almost comical how she has wrapped the sheet all around her, not an inch of her delectable body visible to my scrutiny.
Oh you pervert. We thought we were not supposed to be attracted to one certain employee.
Excellent. Now my mind & I are having conversations.
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I close the door while she stands their awkwardly. "I'll take the couch, you can sleep on the bed." I say looking at her as she focuses between the bed and the couch.
I start to move but she stops me by saying, "Please don't. I can sleep on the couch. It looks like a bed already." Noticing my expensive couch which I don't use. My interior designer thought it'd look good so I didn't object her.
