"I really need to focus on work," I declared, hoping to make my point clear.
But there he was, lounging leisurely in my office, stretching his long legs out in front of him, casually crossing his feet at the ankles, as if he had every intention of staying put for a while. With a nonchalant tone, he simply replied, "Then go ahead and focus."
I couldn't help but shoot him a fierce glare, which wasn't exactly a good thing because he looked undeniably attractive sprawled out like that. The walls of my office were painted in a warm, inviting shade of white, thanks to the hint of orange I had the hardware store guy mix in. Miley and I had put our hearts into creating a cozy yet stylish space. My long, sleek, and narrow desk boasted a distinctly feminine touch. The shelves, too, were alluring
