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"s**t" I cursed and hung on the doorknob.
The door had to open, otherwise I had a big problem.
Didn't Mr. Adams have a key to his office?
Instead of bothering about the closed door, he went back to his desk.
If he dared go back to work, I'd smack him.
I lowered my hand and watched him grimly.
He bent over his desk and searched for something.
Not finding that certain something, he walked over to the black sofa in his office and checked the seats there.
He mumbled something unintelligible and ran his fingers through his thick hair.
I looked at him questioningly, but he avoided my gaze.
"Don't you have a key to your office?"
My boss didn't bother to answer me and ran towards his desk again.
"Where's your key?" I asked, completely annoyed, gritting my teeth.
Why didn't he answer me?
"In my jacket," he said tersely, searching the drawers on his desk.
"Then what are you looking for in the drawers?" I ground out through gritted teeth.
"Miss Smith," he said coolly, knitting his brows.
"If I had my jacket here, I wouldn't be looking for a plan B," he continued, rummaging through the drawers.
"Where's the jacket?"
He didn't answer me again and walked towards the black wooden door of his office.
I snorted in disgust and watched his calm demeanor.
If you didn't answer him he would get angry, but was he allowed to do that himself?
When the light suddenly went out in the office, I gasped in shock and saw nothing but darkness.
Could it actually get any better?!
"Why did the light go out?!" I breathed more to myself than him.
It was so dark in the office that I had a hard time making out the shape of my boss, who was standing about two meters from me by the door.
"Do you have your phone with you?" His deep voice came through the darkness and I jumped slightly.
It was unbelievable how deep his voice sounded. Especially if you just focus on him with your ears.
"Mis Smith?"
"Y-yes" I stuttered and reached into the back pocket of my black jeans and pulled out my phone.
"What am I supposed to do with it now?" I asked confused, looking in his direction.
"Turn on some music."
"Please?" I asked confused, hearing him snort in the darkness.
Had he lost his mind somehow?
Why would I turn on music while we were locked in the dark?
"You should turn on your flashlight on your phone so I can see something," he said, annoyed.
His deep voice didn't sound that great after all.
"What kind of question was that?" he added.
Snorting, I turned on the flashlight and shone it on.
He didn't waste a moment to embarrass me.
"You'll have to get closer so I can see the screws here."
Like I said, not a single moment.
Reluctantly, I took small steps towards him and lit the silver colored doorknob from the black wooden door.
What was he up to? I recognized some pens and paperclips in his large hands.
"Why don't you have your key with you?" I asked curiously, pulling my head to the right at the last second to avoid him.
He leaned down slightly to take a closer look at the doorknob.
However, I couldn't keep his broad shoulders from touching mine lightly.
"I left my jacket in the briefing room," he said, slurring as he had a pen in his mouth while he was experimenting with the other two.
"That's not very reliable of you. Especially not as a superior" I remarked know-it-all and backed away again inconspicuously with my shoulder.
I had finally found an opportunity to raise him about his flaws.
Or rather, it was the first time this man had made a mistake.
He didn't answer me and took the pen out of his mouth and tried to turn the screws of the doorknob with it.
"If this had happened to anyone else, you would be the first to-"
"Hold on to that," he interrupted, holding out a pen.
I glared at him and snatched the pen from his hand.
Why did he interrupt me?
He didn't even seem interested in what I said.
bourgeois.
"You don't seriously think you can loosen those screws without a screwdriver?" I mocked, tapping my right foot to the beat.
I hated standing still for so long.
"You should have a spare key in the office-"
"You talk too much, Miss Smith," he said lightheartedly, straightening slightly in his height without taking his eyes off the doorknob.
"Hold the light right," he said, suddenly grabbing my hand as I held the phone.
My heart leaped and I froze for a second.
He pushed my hand in a certain direction and immediately released it.
I could still feel his strong pressure around my hand and I bit my lower lip to keep from exhaling loudly.
He had made me so nervous with his touch.
My heart was still beating wildly for some reason and I swallowed hard.
It wasn't proper for him to touch me.
Now don't exaggerate Madison.
He was just upset at how incompetent you are to hold a light. That's why he adjusted the light the way he wanted it.
I actually read too much into one small thing.
He certainly hadn't even realized that he had grabbed my hand.
He was focused on what he was doing and I struggled to get the light right. Otherwise he would have something to complain about again.
I tapped my right foot casually because I was getting really bored.
I looked down at him and watched him still trying to loosen the screws.
How long have we been standing here?
His prominent jaw was slightly tense and his eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully.
Today he had light stubble that ran down his manly cheeks and cast a shadow over his face as well as actually making him look very attractive.
Yes, he was very attractive.
When his eyes suddenly wandered up from the doorknob to mine, I was jolted out of my reverie.
The light illuminating his eyes made them look bright green.
Damn, now he would think I really like him.
"Is something Miss Smith?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Did he now think that I was into him?
“I... I w-would like to get home on time and not necessarily have to rely on night traffic. So if you could hurry up?" I said in a mock monotonous tone.
I didn't want him to know that I was actually staring at him.
“I got the screws loose enough. Can you try to unscrew the screws with your long nails so that they come out?" he asked, now standing up to his full height.
I bent down a bit further and looked at his work.
In fact, he'd managed to get the screws reasonably loose. With pens.
I can't believe this man.
I handed him my cell phone and tucked some strands that had come loose from my bun behind my ear.
After that I stuck my nail into the screw and twisted it sideways until the screw turned slowly.
Mr. Adams had done a good job. I only had to put in a little effort and I had already gotten the first screw out.
It took another few minutes before I managed to get the second screw out from the bottom.
Mr. Adams grabbed the doorknob and roughly yanked her out of the door.
I stepped back, slightly surprised, while he handed me my phone again.
Before I could ask him what we were going to do next, he bumped his right shoulder against the black wooden door.
I widened my eyes and gaped at him as he slammed his shoulder against the door again with full force.
He grimaced slightly and rammed his shoulder against the door again, which banged open and fell outwards.
Mr. Adams rotated his shoulder into the circle and grabbed it with his hand.
I always knew that his body was very powerful and athletic under the suit, but it was a big surprise that he opened the door alone.
He'd already pulled the doorknob anyway, so it wasn't a big deal of strength.
"Would you rather stay in my office, Miss Smith?" my boss pulled me out of my stillness and looked back at me.
I blinked a few times and cleared my throat.
"I didn't intend to do that," I remarked, stepping out of his office as well.
We were now facing each other in the dark corridor.
He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
"Why did we have to use my phone when you have your own?" I asked indignantly, my mouth dropping open.
"I don't have much battery, so," he said tersely, holding his expensive phone to his ear.
I snorted and watched him make a call.
"Miss Williams, I hope I didn't wake you up," he said, and I pricked my ears.
Why had he called Sophia?
Yes, Sophia had a different surname because she grew up with my father from an early age. That's why she took over his last name after a while, while I kept my mother's.
He ran a few steps away from me and rudely explained to Sophia that he was stuck in the office and if she could come by and open the back entrance for him.
"Many Thanks. See you soon" he said very professionally and then hung up.
If he had called me on a Friday night and asked for help, I would have hung up immediately.
“The elevators are also tight. I hope you have enough stamina to walk the stairs to the ground floor" my boss remarked mockingly and put his cell phone in his pocket.
"You don't need to worry about me," I replied dryly, illuminating the path to the stairs.
Walking down from the 11th floor to the ground floor was indeed a challenge.
Damned!
It was very dark in the stairwell and since I was lighting the path, Adams and I had to walk down at about the same pace.
I didn't want to show him that I had little stamina.
That's why I honestly rushed down to the 3rd floor.
At a certain point I couldn't take it anymore and stopped with shaky legs.
"Are you tired already, Miss Smith?"
His voice provoked me even more and I breathed in and out frantically.
"No.. everything is fine... fine," I breathed out breathlessly and ran down the stairs full of energy again.
However, I suddenly got dizzy from all the walking and lost a step under my feet.
Screaming, I tripped over my own feet and yanked Mr. Adams down with me, who was only a few steps ahead of me and had reflexively turned back to me.
I hit him in the chest and we flew down the next 5 to 6 steps until we came to an abrupt stop somewhere in the middle of the steps.
During the fall, I had clutched his white shirt and had my head snuggled against his chest, protecting my head relatively well.
I had fallen on top of Mr. Adams and fortunately was able to brace myself with my elbows on his chest.
It all happened so fast that I only realized when I was on top of him that I had brought him down with me.
"Miss Smith!" Mr. Adams growled from beneath me, but fell silent as my long hair fell in his face.
When I fell, my hair had come loose from the bun and fell over my right shoulder.
Luckily my phone wasn't dead and it was on the stairs a few steps below us, illuminating my view of him.
Mr. Adams brushed my brown hair back from his face with one hand and looked at me through his green eyes, clearly surprised at my sudden closeness.
I audibly breathed in and out as my heart pounded wildly against my chest.
It was only afterwards that I felt his hand on my waist.
When I fell down my top slipped up so that his warm hand could be felt on my exposed skin.
My eyes locked on his green ones and the blush shot up into my face.
I was so damn close to him that his breath hit me on my face.
Hadn't I actually learned anything from the kiss story?
Neither he nor I made a move. I was too afraid of doing something wrong.
Like running away screaming only to fall down like an i***t again.
Damn those green eyes.
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