What's Your Sign
"You can't be here!" I exclaim, trying my hardest to close the door, but unfortunately, he's taken a lesson from my brother because when I look down his large shiny shoe is poking through the doorway. Fantastic, I huff.
"What do you mean? I'm here and..." he said, pushing through the small gap until his large frame is standing in front of me with the door wide open. "I'm not going anywhere." Alec finished, crossing his arms over his chest causing his shirt to tighten just enough for me to see his well-defined muscles.
What are you trying to do, break out of your shirt? I thought to myself, but then, of course, I imagine him with his shirt off and veered so far off track.
He cleared his throat pulling me out of my thoughts.
I look up in time to see his stupid smirk playing on his lips and that annoying gleam in his eyes. That pain in the gluteus maximus did that on purpose!
"Like what you see?" He asked with that same old infuriating wink.
"You know what I think," I said, stepping closer towards him. He shook his head slowly confused by my actions, for usually, I would have already tried to push him out the door. "I think," I whispered, watching as he unfolded his arms and leaned into me.
Sucker, I thought wickedly, enjoying my new game far too much. I toy shyly with the button of his suit coat like I see the woman in old movies do, before stepping back and adding, "You would look a lot better on the other side of that door."
And there it is the look I thought I would never see, a shocked Mr. Chase. Where is my camera when I need it? I watched as he cleared his head shaking it lightly, before standing up straight composed and collected, as he usually is.
"That was mean, Ms. Williams even for you, but I'm still not leaving," he smiled down at me.
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