A wave of warm breath brushed her cheek, and a low whisper followed, audible only to her.
Candice’s skin instantly flushed pink.
She closed her eyes in despair.
Why—why was the person who was supposed to be at a business lunch, chatting with clients, suddenly right behind her, murmuring in her ear?
And worst of all… he eavesdropped on her phone call!
"You—" she turned around angrily, "Eavesdropping is rude and impolite! You have no sense of gentlemanly conduct!"
Charlie nodded toward the cup in front of them.
"I had Jerry cover the lunch for me, so I had to come get water myself. I didn’t mean to overhear—you were just too… into it."
Candice opened her mouth, then shut it again.
She sat stiffly. "...It's working hours."
"It's lunch break."
"..."
Lunch break is even more sacred
