Out of Control

Aaron

My fixation with my cufflinks when Henrietta had first opened her hotel door had been purposeful. Seeing her looking sexy as all hell in her business attire was a bit much. I’d been afraid she might notice my gawking. So her asking for my opinion on what she was wearing had caught me off guard. I hadn’t meant to be so damn obvious, but she really did look perfect.

I’d recovered fairly well and managed to not say or do anything inanely obvious again until the end of the first presentation. It felt different from any of the other presentations I’d ever done. Different because of her. In the past several weeks, Henrietta had become a distraction like none I’d ever experienced. Even during my presentation, I couldn’t help feeling distracted every time I glanced her way.