Chapter Thirteen

"Mr. Scott.", I greet, surprised to see him.

I'm working very late this afternoon; I've been left with a stack of paperwork as tall as a small child and I'm supposed to finish it all by Friday. It wouldn't usually be a problem, but I can't get my brain to focus. My brain has been overcrowded by kisses.

He smiles to me, before looking around the office, "Ms. Bailey?"

I glance down to my sheet of paper, trying to read a paragraph for the third time, "She's gone home. She'll be here tomorrow at- "

"Quarter to eight, I know.", Mr. Scott chimes, resting on my desk.

I check my surroundings before chortling, "Get your fat ass off my desk.", waving him away.

He chuckles, crossing his arms and staying put. His smile is so nice. I lower my eyes.

"Thank you." He retorts, shaking his head. At my lack of response, he looks down to my paper, "What are you working on?", He asks, holding his hand out.

I lean back and hand him the paper, taking a moment to stretch, "I'm double-checking numbers for Ms.