Graeme waited a moment after the snooping employee left his office before he sprang up from his seat. He left his desk, going into the lounge in search of Macy.
He knocked as a courtesy, entering after she asked him to. Macy was seated on the only sofa in the room, watching his approach to her side.
Graeme noticed that Macy had already tidied up her appearance. Her hair was no longer mussed up, her shirt buttoned once more.
The flush that had stained her cheeks earlier was no absent, a fact Graeme regretted. He had liked the pink hue on her lovely skin.
“Who was it, sir?” Macy asked, rising to her feet.
“An employee wanting my signature on a document.” Graeme replied, stopping a feet before her.
This close he could really see how mesmerizing her blue eyes were. They were vibrant
