Sky
“You’re late.” I said once the door to the office opened and Sapphire walked in. She slowly kicked the door with her heel and it closed.
“The traffic is bad.” She reasoned, looking right into my eyes.
I put my pen down and leaned back on my chair as I studied her. She was quite dressed up today. It was Friday. Was she going on a date? It was possible. She was wearing a nice-looking peach chiffon dress, long-sleeved, and reaching just above her knee. Her hair was down, making her look so natural. And damn, she also have a bit of makeup on.
Frowning, I could not help myself, but told her, “You’re wearing makeup.” I almost facepalmed, feeling so stupid of myself. What kind of statement was that?
Her brows creased in confusion as s
