"What were you thinking when you pounced on this coffee like that?!"

"What were you thinking when you asked me this question?!"

Emily pulled her hand out of habit, but did not take into account that this hand was now holding a large cup of hot coffee.

The liquid splashed onto the man's snow-white shirt and flowed down to his trousers. Exactly to the spot that Emily was looking at in the photograph quite recently.

Evans hissed. Now it was the girl's turn to wave her hand to the angel of death.

"Do you want to kill me, Miss Hayes?" Justin looked at her with the eyes full of resentment.

"Oh my God, of course not!" Emily objected. She had already forgotten that on the way here she was considering options for where to hide the boss's corpse. "Take off your clothes ASAP, if you don't want to get burned!"

She began to unbutton his shirt. As the girl's fingers reached down and touched the belt of his trousers, Evans caught her hand, "Thank you. I will handle it from here somehow."

Emily looked up. There was no longer a hint of discomfort on the man's face. On the contrary, he looked very pleased. Even too happy.

"Come on, I'll show you where you can finish your coffee. If you like," Justin turned away from the girl and headed to the far corner of the room, where there was another door.

Emily mentally thanked the man for not focusing on what had happened and making her face blush even more.

She has been in the publishing house for only two days, and already several times she almost died of shame! She will surely turn gray in a month if things keep going like that!

The girl bent down, picked up a cup from the floor and followed the boss. A sense of guilt did not allow her to turn around and leave.

As soon as she entered the room adjacent to the main office, Emily was speechless. This room was half the size, but how cozy it was compared to the other!

There was a small sofa, an open wardrobe with clothes, a treadmill and an exercise bike in the corner. But most amazing was the view from the window.

She walked over to the window and stared out. The skyscrapers stood in a slender row of candles, like on a birthday cake. And behind them the sun gilded the water of the bay.

"What a beauty!" Emily breathed out, feeling childlike.

"I agree," Evans said, and the girl could tell from his tone that he meant something else.

She turned to the man and immediately turned back. "I'm s-sorry."

Did he decide to change clothes in front of her?! Although, where else can he change his clothes if the place where he keeps his extra clothes is here?

Emily would have liked to slip out unnoticed, but it was an impossible mission. Walking past Mister Perfect when he is wearing only his underpants will definitely be her last memory before being sent to a better world out of embarrassment.

She heard a light laugh behind her and the rustle of clothes. The girl stared out the window, just not to think about what was happening in this room.

The business atmosphere became too intimate. But strangely enough, Emily was not uncomfortable with the thought. To some extent, she even felt good.

Still, your favorite coffee and stunning views work wonders!

Her gaze fell on the glass, but instead of seeing the landscape outside the window, she saw the reflection of an almost naked man.

Justin indeed was standing in his underpants and choosing which shirt to wear. His relaxed and lazy appearance hinted that the boss was not going to rush.

Emily, as being enchanted, followed his imposing movements. They were full of inner strength and some kind of calmness, which is usually the case with people who know what they want from life.

This man was a noble beast, in comparison with whom she seemed to herself a small jerboa.

Emily looked down at her stomach. She straightened up. It looks like it's time to end up eating pizza at night.

"Miss Hayes, I think it's time for you to get back to the department. Otherwise, people will think that I am not letting you go and torturing you. You remember, I have a certain reputation around here." A dressed Mr. Evans appeared next to the girl and scratched the glass with his finger.

Emily turned her gaze to the spot where his finger touched. This was the exact place where the man's wardrobe was reflected.

"Y-yes, you're right. Sorry, I was a bit lost in my thoughts," the girl jabbed, her cheeks flushed.

She looked around for the trash bin, but without noticing it, she thrust the cup into the boss's hands. "Thanks for the coffee. Have a nice day." She gave her speech in a single gulp and jumped out of the room and office like the wind.

"Oh, it's a great day, Miss Hayes. Thank you," Justin Evans mumbled contentedly. "And it has just begun."