𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 18+ ✔

𝟐. || 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

A

rush's POV:

I freak out for a second, rushing toward her as her friend helps her up.

I'm too close now. Her back is facing me, and I can see her wince in pain. The waitress bows and apologizes, and I wave to the other staff to clean up the mess.

Then it happens—she stumbles again, and her back collides with my chest. Instinctively, I reach out and grab her arm to steady her. Her friend tries to catch her too, but my hand brushes against her skin, and damn, my body reacts. My cock twitches at the contact. Not now, I think, shoving those thoughts aside.

Focus. Stay professional.

“Are you okay, Sara?” I ask, keeping my voice steady, even though the warmth of her skin is doing things to me.

She nods quickly, avoiding my gaze, and replies, “I’m fine.”

I fight the urge to laugh, barely managing to keep a straight face. Not only did she fall, but she kicked the table so hard that it flipped over. She’s strong, I think, trying to stifle my amusement. She gasps when she notices the mess she caused. I still have my hand on her arm, and she’s trembling slightly. Her friend, Neena, looks at her with concern.

All our co-workers are gathered around, watching the scene unfold. Sara pulls away from me, her face flushed with embarrassment. She offers a polite bow and mutters an apology.

But instead of letting it go, the entire crowd bursts into laughter.

Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. She bows again and stumbles once more. I catch her arm again before she can fall, and now she’s visibly shaking.

I glance at my assistant and signal her to come over. “Here’s my black card,” I say, handing it over. “Book the club next door for everyone.”

She nods and rushes off. I turn back to the group still snickering at Sara’s expense, and I clear my throat to get their attention.

“Everyone, head over to the club next door,” I announce. “Sara and I will join you in a few minutes. Happy New Year.”

They cheer and slowly disperse, making their way out. Neena lingers for a moment, concern still etched on her face.

“Are you really okay, Sara?” she asks, her voice full of worry.

Sara gives her a quick nod, trying to reassure her. “I’m fine, Neena. Go enjoy yourself. I’ll be there after I freshen up.”

“No, no, I’ll help you—”

“Seriously, I’m fine,” Sara insists with a weak smile. “Go. I’ll catch up.”

Neena hesitates but finally nods and leaves. The room is quieter now, and I motion for Sara to sit down. She does, rubbing her forehead with a sigh.

“I can’t believe this happened,” she mutters, her voice tinged with embarrassment. “This is so humiliating.”