He'd invaded my personal space, so I smiled and leaned in to match him, pressing both palms onto the armrests of his chair, letting my lips hover near his right ear. I whispered,
"I don't know if it's what you want. But it's what I want to give. Mr. Fox."
As I slowly pulled back, I saw that his ears had turned the color of ripe cherries.
Made me want to take a bite.
That was when Miles rushed back in carrying two garment bags.
"Mr. F—"
"Since when do you walk in without knocking!" Benedict's voice cracked like a whip.
Miles froze in place, completely lost.
"It's because you didn't hear him earlier." I winked at Miles. "I heard it."
Benedict waved his hand, agitated. "Take her back to get styled. Don't be late tonight."
Miles gestured toward the door with an "after you."
I gave a small bow in Benedict's direction, but before I left his desk, I caught his index finger in a quick squeeze and let go. "See you tonight, Mr. Fox."
Benedict turned his head away and wouldn't look at me.
But his ears were even redder.
Before I could finish admiring the view, a sharp female voice cut in from outside. "Who's going to be late?" The staccato click of high heels followed.