Sasha Dearcroft had always looked beautiful to him.
But that day, she looked even more exquisite.
Something about her eyes popped more and her skin was glowing. The dress she was wearing made her seem like an expensive bottle of perfume and the colour complimented her skin perfectly.
Sasha Dearcroft was gorgeous.
Walter swallowed.
He was surrounded by such beautiful women at work. And these days, the oddest things were happening to him.
"You look tired," Sasha told him, her face becoming concerned again, "And kind of flushed."
Walter huffed. He needed to look professional again.
"I'm fine," He cleared his throat.
He fished the key out of his pocket.
"My apologies for not coming on time. I think I have kept you waiting for too long."
"That's alright," Sasha smiled as Walter turned the key and opened the massive doors to the Event Hall.