The door clicked shut.
Priya rubbed her eyes, smudging her mascara. "I can't find the discrepancy. It's like the money just evaporated." Mark leaned over her shoulder, pointing at line 42. "It didn't evaporate. Look. You transposed the digits. 78 instead of 87." Their faces were inches apart. The blue light of the monitor cast strange shadows. For the first time, she noticed a small scar on his jawline. He noticed that she smelled like vanilla, not like the office's industrial cleaner. "Oh," she whispered, not moving away. He didn't move either. "You've had a pen behind your ear for the last four hours," he said softly. "It's leaking." She laughed—a genuine, tired, ugly snort. It was the most unprofessional sound he had ever heard in his life. And he decided right then that he wanted to hear it again. He reached up, slowly, and plucked the pen from her ear. His thumb grazed her temple. That’s it, he thought. My career is over. "Thank you," she said, and the tension became a living thing, humming louder than the dying HVAC system. hot office sex story build 13484094