Carly scheduled a meeting for me with Mal on Wednesday afternoon at three o’clock. When the time came, I knocked on Mal’s door.
“Come in,” I heard a voice say through the thick wood. I pushed the door open.
“Close the door behind you and have a seat, please.” Mal gestured to a chair in front of his desk. I did as requested and watched as he finished jotting down some notes.
I noticed that Mal had removed his jacket, so I could now enjoy the view of his shirt stretching valiantly across his broad, firm chest. It was a sight to behold.
Mal set down his pen and grabbed a folder from the top of the stack on his desk. Once he opened it, he leaned back in his chair to look it over for a few minutes. Then he looked up at me with an intense gaze for a few seconds. My body flushed under the scr
