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Pamela:

The next day when I got to work, I walked to Charles' office.

"Come in," he said when I tapped gently on his door.

I walked in to see him seated, and writing. He sure had a lot of papers to sign off. A random thought popped in my mind. I imagined us being together, and me waking in to check on him as my husband. It would have been nice but I was nothing but a mere secretary.

"Good morning," I said to him, and then he nodded without looking at me.

"So…" I continued, and then he looked up.

When our gazes met, I couldn't help but look at his lips. They looked inviting, and kissable. I couldn't tell if it was his newly trimmed beards or his lips were more attractive.

"I've decided that I'll go to the dinner with you," I said to him, and he kept a straight face.

I don't know if I expected him to be excited, but anything would be better than that look.

"Great. Where do I pick you up?" He questioned, pressing his lips in a hard like.

I gaped, trying to think of a perfect spot. He c