He turns around and walks up to your desk. He speaks in a low husky voice.
"What can I help you with?"
"Nothing..nothing. Don't worry. All is good. Thanks. Sorry." His brows knit and looks at you in confusion.
"Lilly, you know that you can talk to me. I might be your boss, but I do care about you. If I don't help you, what kind of a man am I?" You feel warmth radiating from him. Something changes in your heart and you realize you need him. Not just for his profession but just him, his warmth, his closeness and his smell.
You give a deep sigh. "My brother's in trouble."
"Let's go to my office." He turns around and goes to his office. You follow him.
"Please, sit Lilly." You hesitantly walk to the chair and take a seat. You feel very uncomfortable.
"Now, what kind of trouble is your brother in?"
