"What are you doing?"
I nearly jumped out of my fu.cking skin at the sound of that sweet voice.
"What are you doing here?" I spat as I looked up to see Bexley.
She shrugged as she looked around my office.
"Came to look for you," she admitted.
"Why?" I asked with narrowed eyes.
Is she already feeling her heat? She doesn't look like it. She's just walking around my large office, looking at everything, which isn't much other than several stacks of papers everywhere.
"Not very organized, are you?" she muttered.
"You came to look for me to judge my organizational skills?" I asked with a raised brow.
"No," she replied with a small laugh. "But now that I'm here..."
"What do you want Bexley? I am very busy," I asked.
"I was just... curious why you've been so busy lately that you don't
