There was a very embarrassing moment in that celebration. First, everyone realized that Flynn was staring at me too much to be just a mere acquaintance. Then everyone heard what he had said about me running away. And, in the end, everyone kept staring at me to try to understand why I was so scared and stuck in the same place that I didn't even seem to be breathing.In fact, as Flynn's eyes met mine and I noticed that shadow of malice, like someone who is very satisfied after an arduous search, I couldn't help but feel caught red-handed. My chest was burning from shortness of breath, and I should be getting a little purple, because Joseph poked me with his arm and murmured something that I interpreted as wondering if I was okay.I wasn't well. Not ahead of Flynn Ashton. After a long thirty days when I was avoiding any place he could be. In which I didn't even remember that he had attacked the fact that I mentioned that he also worked in an office. And after thirty days of touching me t

I wanted to sound with all the rudeness in the world, I wanted him to hate me to the point of stopping looking for me, avoiding making it so clear that he still wanted more from me. All because I was scared of my own way of missing you. Just because I wanted him to touch me again and remind me how good that moment had been in his car. But I also blamed myself for acting in a cowardly way until then, when he exposed his concerns and implied that if it were for him, that magical night would not have ended with just a single sex."What's it like? "He asked, and now it is his eyes that widened, but not in an expression of fright. It was pure disappointment that I found on his face. "You should spare me. How do you run away in the middle of a date with a person just because you don't find them attractive? His obligation was, at the very least, to say that he preferred to end the meeting there. And don't run away like crazy. I thought you had fallen inside that bridge, I was shocked when I

I waited for his audacity to comment on my nerdy tastes, but he didn't say anything, he just watched me fight against the damn zipper of the backpack and get it after an arduous battle for it to close again."Accepting help doesn't kill anyone, Tasha," he said, and stood up when everything was already back in my backpack. As if it wasn't enough that everyone in the lobby was looking, he still stretched out his hand to get up. "I think we're going in the same direction. Do you want a ride?”I got up with difficulty, vehemently refusing his outstretched hand. I had to hold the backpack against my chest so as not to let the contents fall once again, since the clasp still seemed very unstable, and because I was not sure to put it on my shoulders. So I noticed the looks. From the group of men who were talking to Flynn, to the employees who were leaving for lunch. Everyone just stopped to face it and didn't bother me at all that I had noticed.Flynn, however, despite shrinking the hand he h

"No boss has ever had lunch here," murmured Joseph, stunked.Flynn Ashton had just entered the room, and he calmly headed to the space with the food and began to serve himself with small amounts of everything. Everyone was looking, and I was bothered, because I wouldn't want them to look at me that way, whether I'm a boss or not. He went to the natural juice machine and filled a glass, then turned around, and everyone began to disguise that they were talking or doing something more interesting than watching him, except me. And his gaze immediately fell on me, while the shadow of a smile appeared under his mask, and he began to come towards me."He can't be coming here," I said, turning my gaze to Joseph.Joseph, who pretended to swallow another small amount of his salty pudding, gave Flynn a spook look and turned pale."He can. He's coming," he murmured with his mouth full."No, he can't really be coming here," I murmured back, disguising the speech with a cough, because Flynn was les

I started gesturing with my shoulders, but then I remembered that I almost no longer had time for anything, and I knew that the company also kept its opening hours on Saturdays, and on weekends I could rest a little more from this chaotic routine. Not even the prospect of spending more time with Flynn was strong enough to combat the tiredness of my day-to-day life."In fact, Mr. Ashton" I started talking, casting a quick look at the rain that never ended outside, and I tried to look Flynn in the eyes again, it was impossible to do this without feeling my face burning with embarrassment, even so I was strong and did not look away. "I would like my working hours to remain the way they are. I don't mind the lack of rest time because I need to leave with enough time to prepare and go to my other job. And weekends are the only days I can really rest. So, if it's not too much to ask, I don't want a lunch time and I don't want to increase my workload.”"She receives so little and is still gr