72 A Sensual Promise

Christos.

I heard her swearing softly in frustration and I raised my head up to see her trying to clasp back a wayward hair clip that was trying to fall from where she pinned it. For a minute I was almost distracted by the color of her hair which I’m just noticing properly since she always put them in a professional bun for work.

But now, half of it is out of the clip and it almost reminded me of something but what it was, I couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment. Her little cry of frustration will not let me concentrate anyways and I soon allowed myself to be distracted.

“Can I help?” I offered tentatively and I was not surprised when she swung to glare at me.

“I will appreciate it if you will keep your hands to yourself from now onward, Mr. Fernandez.” She snapped with a pointed look at my stretched hand and I withdrew my hand and offer.

‘It seems we are back to Mr. Fernandez again.’ I thought wryly with a twitch of my lips. And yes, it’s funny that I can even smile despite the frus