Secretary Covert Passion

ith the AC on. I know I need to get out of the cabin. I have been working straight up for the past four hours. I went to the pantry

upid this time and like constantly embarrassing myself Infront of h

ed and took the fee. He took a sip and angrily dropped it, splutter

ting his anger upon me. I believed I made myself cle

ook up at him. My eyes were on his skin which had already become

m the pantry. There's a first

go out of the office. But a voice echoed from my

f the ointment." He said in his husky tone. What is he

....

mply asked looking into my eyes as I bi

my boss and whether I like it or not

and sir," I said

ir, before and after every sentence y

ut how can I call him

" He just didn't say any

no way! He brought out another batch of files an

e hated to be called sir by me." Sorry, Mr Blake, I'm

imply said in

annoyed that I didn't put my mouth on his hands after serving him a disastrous tea. I didn't b

my chest. He just looked up and smirked, he didn't say anything and bent his head to his laptop. I saw a devilish smile form on his face. I see he's

is face to me, I sat on my seat and heaved a sigh. My two elbows on the cabin wi

his jack

n no time. But human emotions are such a betrayal. I refl

voices and gestures. He might be doing it because I told him I liked him tonight. It was hard fixing the

I looked again repeatedly. I didn't know what to type here, she hates it whenever I disappoint her, it's like a string to her h

only me and him. I'm completed with the files. I took them to his office and plac

he computer," I said, waiting for his approv

aid and I looked up at him only to find him staring i

f the building. The undefined tension between us is thick. I feel very stressed, Mirabell

away. I thought she was long asleep by now. But here