Gemma
I see Murray heading my way with a smug look on his face as I am getting ready to sneak out of the office pantry. I really don't want to make a scene. But then he had me caged between him and the small office kitchen where I was mixing my late afternoon coffee.
"Murray, what do you think you're doing?" I ask nervously when his hand reaches out to my shoulder, subtly caressing it before letting me go, as if he knows not to go there but just can't resist himself. It's a good thing that it's still working hours and at any time someone might walk into this little office pantry. But he still gets me nervous.
"You know how long I have had my eyes on you, Gemma?"
"I know, Murray. And I told you I'm not interested." I try to appear unaffected, but my insides still fear his closeness when
