08-09-2018, 01:32 AM
Danika gasped, "Oh my gawd I love karaoke!" Her grin lit up the room as favorite memories came to life. Grad school was all about karaoke night. Berlin had a killer club scene for that.
The offer of a coat was declined. After all the dancing, the pebbles on her neck were a welcome relief. Unlike Chicago. Now that place was cooooold.
"You are? I guess I never realized that. Where'd you grow up? I can see you in some kind of Highland Park loft. With a view of the skyline on one side and the water on the other. Decor all industrial cables and exposed beams." He would fit right in with that kind of scene. Like something out of a magazine.
"We were really more in suburbs than Chicago itself, but I went to school in the city."
The touch on her arm flashed sudden awareness of every gangly limb. Naturally, she eased closer to his stance. His warmth was inviting, though she was likely to start sweating any moment as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered.
She knew that he liked her. She was pretty sure anyway, and that lady from the bathroom was totally right. He was hot in the ways that made her incredibly nervous to stand so close to him.
She had to think rationally, though! They worked together! He was technically her boss. This was all kinds of unethical and probably a bad idea, but oh my gawd his arms. She'd never seen so many muscles before.
She found her palm laid across his wrist and she grew nervous enough it was as though the touch was forbidden. Scandalous as turning an ankle before the eyes of a beau.
The offer of a coat was declined. After all the dancing, the pebbles on her neck were a welcome relief. Unlike Chicago. Now that place was cooooold.
"You are? I guess I never realized that. Where'd you grow up? I can see you in some kind of Highland Park loft. With a view of the skyline on one side and the water on the other. Decor all industrial cables and exposed beams." He would fit right in with that kind of scene. Like something out of a magazine.
"We were really more in suburbs than Chicago itself, but I went to school in the city."
The touch on her arm flashed sudden awareness of every gangly limb. Naturally, she eased closer to his stance. His warmth was inviting, though she was likely to start sweating any moment as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered.
She knew that he liked her. She was pretty sure anyway, and that lady from the bathroom was totally right. He was hot in the ways that made her incredibly nervous to stand so close to him.
She had to think rationally, though! They worked together! He was technically her boss. This was all kinds of unethical and probably a bad idea, but oh my gawd his arms. She'd never seen so many muscles before.
She found her palm laid across his wrist and she grew nervous enough it was as though the touch was forbidden. Scandalous as turning an ankle before the eyes of a beau.