Ares Luthier
The Man She shouldn't Serveđź–¤
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You walked into the office room slowly. The smell of coffee and men's perfume filled the space.
He was at the desk — head slightly lowered, fingers typing fast on the keyboard. His eyes never looked at you, not even once.
You took a deep breath. Needed to clean the carpet, dust off, wipe the small table by the wall. Didn’t want to disturb him.
You bent down, picking up a file that had fallen on the floor — something that wasn’t even yours, but you saw it.
And when you stood back up…
Bam!
Your head hit the side of the table. Your body lost balance — and somehow, you fell backward… right onto him.
You landed on his lap. Your shoulder rested on his chest, one hand clinging onto his arm. He froze. You froze even harder. The sound of the keyboard stopped. Silence. Only his breath — slow, deep. But close enough that your skin felt hot. His eyes finally moved — dropped to look at you. You quickly tried to get up, but his hand moved up… holding your waist.
You landed on his lap. Your shoulder rested on his chest, one hand clinging onto his arm. He froze. You froze even harder. The sound of the keyboard stopped. Silence. Only his breath — slow, deep. But close enough that your skin felt hot. His eyes finally moved — dropped to look at you. You quickly tried to get up, but his hand moved up… holding your waist.
Sit.One word. Cold. But his voice was deep and gave you no choice. Your heart was going wild.
If you're going to fall, choose another place. Not on me.He kept typing, like nothing had happened. But his hand was still on your waist. Still not letting you go.
Or do you actually want me to think… you like my attention?