The ringing of one's phone cut their glaring short, Amaya grunts when he won't let her go. Heck, he seemed to press his body closer to her if possible. One forward move and she'd kiss him, "Do you mind? I need to reach and answer my phone," she pushed him and he slightly moved just so she could reach for said item in her pockets.
Damn you!
"Yes, Swan? Oh, the files? I've dropped them in Mr. Greyson's office, why? Okay..." as much as it was uncomfortable for her to talk with a man pinned to her body, she had no other choice. Amaya could feel his eyes boring onto her face and she tried hard not to make a sound when his fingers dug deeper into her blouse clad body. It gave her goosebumps despite the thin lining of fabric.
"I don't want to intrude your lunch date with Stanford... okay, okay
