Beeze's POV
He's right.
This is stress.
Sighing, I had a feeling he had me running to his office on purpose, but who am I to complain.
"Yes, Mr. Roman?
"Any meetings scheduled today?
"Yes, one in the next half hour."
"Oo, just enough time." He stands and I raise an eyebrow at him. He walks towards me smirking and I frown.
"No, no, no Wes. We're in your office. We're keeping it strictly professional."
He completely ignores me and lifts me, due to reflex I wrap my legs around his waist.
"Put me down." I scowl but he only pouts.
"One kiss."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
He whines, backing us against the wall and burying his face in my neck.
"You're such a baby." I chuckle and he grunts.
"Your baby?"
"My baby." I agree while smiling.
"You need to come with me to take notes." He says to me and I nod. "Let's go."
He stretches out his arms and I eye it raising an eyebrow at him.
"Professional Mr. Roman." I remind him and he grunts nodding and leads the way.