Tsk. What a let-down.
The cloying scent of her perfume became nauseating the moment she reached out to tug on my tie in a desperate attempt at seduction. For a split second, a memory flickered—the moment Miss Burry had fixed my hair and that time we checked the files together here in this office.
Why on earth am I thinking about that right now?
I was momentarily frozen by the sudden wave of comfort that memory brought. I couldn't have cared less about Natasha's proximity; for a fleeting second, the person I saw standing before me wasn't her at all.
"Sir! Who do we need to—oh! Excuse us! We thought you needed us to—" Security burst into the office, skidding to a halt as they found us in a rather compromising position.
