The sight of him sitting so casually in my office with his legs thrown across my desk like this was his personal throne had me freezing in surprise, and I know you are wondering about the other two surprises. Well, they weren't as interesting as the man relaxed comfortably in my chair like he was giving the world the finger. I wanted to turn around, go back outside, and lambast my assistant for not warning me he was here. She did tell me that I had a visitor on my way in, but I had foolishly thought it was a work visitor. I mean, there are visitors, and there are unwanted visitors, and the one smirking obnoxiously at me belongs to the later category. He could clearly see my reaction to his presence, and that was amusing to the bastard. I blinked away my shocked expression as soon as I saw his arrogant smirk, assumed a confident expression, and made my way further into the office. I did my best to ignore his stunning, breathtaking appearance. He was wearing a dark blue blazer suit and

Lost in my tears and misery, I didn't hear the door open, nor the footsteps as they made their way to me until I felt a hand surrounding me. I was so in ned of contact that I surrendered to the hand. Their familiarity beckoning for me to seek refuge in them. He held me without saying a word until my tears dried up. When I was done and looked to see who had me in his arms. I wasn't surprised to see Tim. His perfume announced him. I gently extricated myself from his grip, and he didn't argue. He straightened up and moved around to the other side of the table, his hands inside his pockets. He had a very uncomfortable look on his face, and he wasn't looking at me directly. I was a little surprise that he wasn't asking why I was crying or making some snide remark about my unprofessionalism. "What are you doing here?" I asked after I got my face in order. I felt a little embarrassed that he saw me this way. I watched him curiously as he fidgeted on his feet. This was so unlike him. A ma