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What are you even doing here Saintclare?

Didn't you have a meeting an hour ago? Weren't you suppose to be there and not here? Why did you have to cancel it just to make a trip on coming over to this low-circulating magazine?

This isn't you.

But ever since Thea stepped inside my office with her slim body, and small, sweet blushing face, the look of an innocent pale beautiful rose had made me wonder, just briefly, if all her skin even the parts covered by her clothes is as flawless and as pinkish.

Damn.

I instantly stopped my alarming ungovernable thoughts right away when she walked inside my office that day heading closer to my desk. It was unnecessary because I was at work.

What the hell are you thinking Benedict? This lady is way too young for you. I even warned myself about the age gap. I know she's probably twenty years old, five years younger than I do.

When she came to the office wearing clothes with massive dirt, a frisson of annoyance runs through my body. I