He never blamed you

SUMMER

“So?” I raised the file in my hand. “What do you want me to do with this?” I focused my attention on Mitch, who was typing away on his laptop. The others went for a business meeting, and they left me in the office with the 'gentleman'. A sure way to kill my desires.

“Just drop it on the table. I will get back to it after this.” He motioned to the table, still typing like he had been doing since morning. What a boring man. A workaholic to the core.

“Aren't you going to have a rest? It's late. You need to have your lunch.” I walked around the desk and got behind him. “What are you doing?” I leaned down to look at the screen.

“There will be a full moon tomorrow,” he replied, not answering my question.

“And?”

“Mike and the others proposed we introduce you to the pack,” he continued his focus on the email he was writing. It was a wonder how he got to multitask at once. Talking and typing something different couldn't be that easy. Not everyone could pull something like that off.