Working For An A$$hole
Janet's POV
His hands on my waist and back were holding me tightly against his masculine body. Because of his unnecessary proximity, my eyes lit up and my body became hot. His face was close enough that I could count his eyelids. I grasped his shoulders tight, wrinkling his perfectly ironed blue coat. He was gorgeous, I’ve said it before, but his close-up look was even better. He was flawless and perfect. But what kept me caged and unable to move were his beautiful eyes. I blinked, staring into his eyes deeply. Unlike other brown eyes, his eyes have this strange light in them-light which represents positivity and mischief.
“Ahem, ahem!” He cleared his throat and that’s when I realised what I was doing. My eyes slightly widened and I gasped to find myself still in his hold.
Fuck!
I quickly freed myself from him and stood two steps away, feeling embarrassed for just not leaving him early but for staring at his eyes like a mad woman also.