Strictly Professional

I had to tip my chin to look at him. His face held on to its usual look and his eyes searched my face. Like he's still trying to figure me out.

"You think I don't notice you?" He asks.

Well, he heard it. I might as well go all in now. "No, I don't. I don't think you notice anything else around you." My thoughts start to run out of my mouth, "You always seem caught up in here," I make the bold move to tap a finger on his temple.

Where's my brain filter when I need it?

"That's where you're wrong, Ms Romano. I notice everything you do. How could I not? You're everywhere in this damn office." His tone is soft but strong, and he looks as if it drives him crazy.

He takes a step back and his next words come out in a whisper, but like mine, I heard it.

"Yet, somehow, I crave more." He looks me dead in the eyes as he says it. That seems to be our thing.
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