Emily's pov
I made breakfast–fluffy pancakes dripping with syrup and adorned with strawberries, along with other aesthetically pleasing and tasty fruits.
Of course all of this was just a distraction.
I was trying not to think of my boss.
Trying to erase the thoughts of the tingles that came from his touch.
I'd never had a real relationship before. Anything out of one sided crushes and overly complicated situationships was an untapped territory for me.
My heart was beating so loudly I was worried he would hear it when he sauntered into the kitchen, now donned in a crisp suit, his hair meticulously styled he swept a smoothening palm.
I gulped nervously.
He looked like he just walked out of a painting.
In contrast I was in a skirt suit looking like every other plain 9-5 office worker.
"Did you make coffee?" He observed and I nodded affirmatively, heading to the counter to pour him a full come then presenting it to him a moment later.
"Smells good," he commented.
