ElianaIt was official; this damn typing machine hated me. Its clunky keys stuck every time I pressed too hard, and the more I tried, the worse it got. “Need a hand, Miss Ashcroft?”A tall handsome man appeared at my side with a cocky grin. Before I could say no, he leaned over me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. His hand brushed mine as he adjusted the roller. “See? You’ve got to be gentle with it.”Why did it sound like he wasn't talking about the machine? I gave a nervous laugh, trying to pull my hand away, but he held it and smiled. "I have been trying to get your attention for days now, but you won't even bat an eye my way." "I'm sorry if it seems that way, but I didn't notice. Thank you for helping me with the machine," I said. "It's no problem. Can I get your phone number?" He suddenly asked. "My number?" I asked, startled by the question, and he nodded before adding, "Unless you don't want to." "I don't mind," It would sound weird if I turned him down. So wh
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