For the Love of Miranova

Chapter 11: May I?

It was just before noon when I heard a soft knocking on my office door and raised my gaze from the laptop I had been using to look up any and everything that I could find about the psychic abilities that my son had somehow inherited.

"Come in," I breathe out in an exhausted sigh.

The moment I saw his midnight hair and sapphire eyes pop into my office, part of me whispered oh shit... while the other part of me screamed YES! Come in you walking libido warmer!

I hadn't been avoiding him, but I haven't been going out of my way to make much contact with him either. Not since this morning's incident in which I very much wanted nothing more than for him to bend me over my desk and- UGH! I have got to stop the fantasizing about him while at work!

"Sam," I said with a friendly smile, "Is everything alright?"

His returning smile sent waves of nervousness and excitement throughout my body, despite what I wanted. As he stepped into my office, he raised up what looked to be similar to that of a briefcase only thinner and a little smaller in size. "I hope you don't mind, but I figured I could give Kolby something to help keep his mind off of whatever he's got that has him home sick."

I raised a curious brow and tilted my head trying to make a guess as to what exactly he had that would accomplish that. He smiled again, adding a soft chuckle to it as he stepped beside me and placed the briefcase on my desk. He then clicked open the clasps and I gasped, reaching an arm out to touch the neatly placed items within the container, "Sam...you didn't have to do this..."

He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck nervously while he slowly sat on the corner of my desk, "You don't think he'll like it? Or does he already have this? I can take it back, I just wasn't sure what all h-"

Effectively shutting him up, I raised a finger to his lips and instantly regretted it the moment my skin touched his for a second time today. The small touch had once again set the southern part of me aflame, and if I didn't get away from him, there was no telling what would happen in this office, on this desk, on the floor, against the wall, or in the chair. Nothing would be safe.

I quickly cleared my throat and dropped my index finger from his soft, warm, partly opened lips, "He will love it, Sam. I've been meaning to get him some oil painting supplies, but I haven't gotten around to it with work being as crazy as it has been...Thank you, for caring...again." I finished, looking away from his sapphire orbs with the blush that I could no doubt feel getting darker with each word that left my lips.

He let out a heavy sigh of relief causing me to giggle softly to myself, "I did good then..."

I laughed out loud and I swear the look on his face was pure bliss, "Yes, you did very well."

With that, it was time for lunch and I stood from my desk and shrugged on my blazer. I'd been in meeting after meeting since the moment my morning began, and between the meetings and the fact that I couldn't get this handsome man with strikingly sapphire blue eyes out of my mind, I was far beyond ready to go home and spend my lunch with my son.

"Well, it's time for lunch, see you in an hour," I said untucking my hair from between my back and the blazer as I headed for the elevators.

He smiled and gave me a two finger salute, struggling to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape from his chest undoubtedly due to the relief of finally having a break written all over my features, all evidence of our spicy encounters gone, "Tell the little Thundercat I said hi and that I hope he gets well soon, will you?"

I gave him an appreciative smile that hopefully told him that I liked that he cared so much, "I will, thank you."

I briefly saw his wink as the giant doors to the elevator slid closed, taking me down to the main lobby, where I would be cutting through to get to my gorgeous, sleek, cobalt blue Maseratti.