Most people crack under that kind of pressure.
I’ve seen it so many times.
But this man is the calm in my storm.
I’ve been unable to take my eyes off him all night.
No matter who I’m talking to, there’s only one person on my mind.
It’s been that way ever since he put me in my place yesterday.
Telling me off for being late, as I deserved.
I should try to keep it subtle.
I’m not good at hiding how I feel.
Wearing my heart on my sleeve is my default setting.
Every time he vanishes to the kitchen or takes a breath of fresh air outside, I feel his absence.
You're being pathetic,I whisper to my reflection in the window.
Quit simping over a stranger.
There’s just something so mesmerising about him.
The confidence in the way he carries himself.
That merging of care and authority when he speaks to his staff.
The way people naturally step aside when he moves past them.
I’ve noticed.
And that’s not the only thing that piques my interest.
I notice every time Marco’s breath hitches whenever I step close.
The way his neck flushed faintly when I ran a hand along his arm earlier.
Naughty? Perhaps.
Forward? Yes.
But I only push the seduction as far as he allows.
???
Just moments ago, I held his hand and led him into the back room.
It took every shred of willpower not to kiss him right there.
Who am I kidding? Kissing him is one of many things I want to do.
If, and only if, he wants me to.
Wear the tie,I implore silently.
