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Ah. He thinks I won’t be able to do the job well.
“I’ll be right in front of you,” I say. “If I mess anything up, you’ll see it.”
His expression grows even grimmer.
“I won’t, though,” I add quickly. “But if I do, let me know. I don’t get my feelings hurt easily.”
He stares at me for a full five seconds before speaking. “Alright.”
Brandon
How did I not see myself walking right into that one?
She caught me off guard with her vulnerability about her struggles growing up. I found myself wanting to take her in my arms and comfort her.
That alone should have set off alarm bells in my mind. When have I ever had the desire to physically comfort her when she’s confided in me, or any other church member?
Never.
Now I’m trapped with her in my office for the foreseeable future. Her limber body moving around me, stretching to reach high shelves... Her scent washing over me when she brushes past me to grab a book...
Fucking fuck.
Where did this desire for her come from, and why is it only getting worse?
“Is everything okay?” she asks, her voice softer than before.
Heat rises to my cheeks. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just zoning out.”
She stares at me for a moment, biting that full bottom lip. The sight of it sends electricity into my gut.
“Do you need me to come back and work on this later?” she asks.
“No.”
I can do this. My end of day prayer meditation can be rescheduled to right the fuck now.
That way I can tune her out.
I grab my prayer request list from the top drawer of my desk and search for the last item I left off on. Ah, Nolan James. The troubled youth. His mom told me he’s an atheist, and she’s utterly beside herself.
Lord, I pray you’ll reach out to Nolan and find him if you will it. If not, please help soothe the bumps in their relationship. Help him to not feel rejected by his family the way I sense Mariana feels rejected by hers...
She’s examining a book right now. That long neck of hers is curved. I sense that sadness even now. That sense of otherness. Rejection.
I wish I could hold her.
Our eyes meet, and she smiles dreamily.Do you want me?The words drift over me, echoing in my head and tightening my groin. Holy fuck. Did she really say that?
“I’m sorry, what?” My words are sharp.
She jerks back. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“What did you say?”
“I asked if you wanted me to create a master list?”
I blink. “A what?”
