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Suddenly I realize what he’s seeing—why he’s s I’m barefoot, sprawled across the floor with my skirt hiked up almost to my hips, my face and chest covered with a fine spray of toner powder I can feel all the blood run to my face

Say soht about now

Nope, of course not There’s no voice there He still looks ah

“Do you need help?” he asks, reaching out a hand

I grab it, using his firracefully “Thanks,” I say, pulling my skirt down to normal

He chuckles, “No problem But

I have to ask, was there really a proble more intimate?”

“U, “It was a paper jam Really bad one”

“Well, if I ever get jammed up I’ll call you to help me loosen up”

He’s still holdinghis wrist and feel the taut, srins I force ood with copiers”

“Who says I was talking about oes to the water cooler and fills one of the paper cups, and then hands it towith his handkerchief He actually carries a handkerchief “Here Looks like you ht need that”

I look down Crap I quickly brush asthat if I touch the toner with the water it will be a complete disaster My skin, however, is a different story I wet his handkerchief and quickly cleansays professionalism like ink all over you

“What’s your nalance up to find it’s his turn to stare At me My entire chest now damp, my button down shirt pulled wide open at the neck

I step into h heels, and try to pick up the paper trays as s him yet another view of ain now that it has paper

“Here, wait,” he says, and takes the handkerchief from my hand

Then he moves into my space and when I look up into his eyes I suddenly can’t breathe “What are you doing?”

He sot some toner on your face, and I don’t see a mirror in here”

“Right”

He gently wipes my face with the das it across my lower lip, and I thinktime Okay, maybe I’ve never really even been this close I find ain, and I allow et a little lost, to think that this moment means more than it actually does

The cloth passes over aze drops to my ht actually kiss me That would be…

Who are we kidding here, that would be a

Instead, he says, “There you go, beautiful” He gives the wet hanky to me

“Thanks” I s and take a step back, breaking that connection Wow My flirting brain kicks on, and I smile at him “It’s always nice to know a ” Really? That’s what you come up with, brain?

He laughs “I’ve had more than one bad experience with a copier, myself The ones here are especially picky”

“That’s good to know,” I say, trying to hide my real relief “It’s nment because of that copier”