Eternally Seduced by Clarise Tan, Marian Tee, The Passionate Proofreader

think that guys would get used to her D-cups, but no. As days passed by, George told me that Arian’s fan club of lechers just seemed to grow and grow in number.
              Her face was also perfectly made up, as always – the one thing that I secretly envied her for. I loved dressing up, but cosmetics? Not so much. Mascara, powder, and lip gloss were just about my limit while I had a feeling Arian even trimmed her nose hair. Whatever. Good for her.
              At half past noon, I slipped out to buy an energy bar from the vendo machine, unaware that behind the tinted windows was a pair of golden eyes following my every movement.
              The energy bar was yummy – but insufficient. I slid another note into the slit and punched the necessary button, but this time nothing came out.
              “Oh, come on!” I couldn’t afford any delays right now.
              “Here, let me.” Someone spoke from behind and a moment later, a dark haired guy was bending down slightly, rapping one fist on the side of the vendo machine.
              The energy bar finally fell down and I grabbed it. Looking up, I was about to thank Mr. Fix-It for vendos but I ended up gasping instead. “You!”
              He was just as surprised and then his lips formed a very pleased smile, one that had me blushing again. “You seem to make a habit of needing my help,” he murmured.
              It was the very same guy who had helped me out during the time I went shopping for work clothes. It was such a freaky coincidence that for more than a moment, I could only blink at him, wondering if he was Mr. Right.
              Yes, yes, I knew I was totally jumping to conclusions – as far as Point A to Point Z in fact, but you see, that was how it had happened between my parents. Walter and Carole fell in love at first sight. They hadn’t even spoken to each other. They had just looked into each other’s eyes – and that was that.
              Could this guy be the one for me?
              Still smiling, the guy offered his hand and said, “I’m Drake Morrison, by the way.” He seemed even taller and more handsome than I remembered, but with the same olive skin and light brown eyes.
              “Yanna Everleigh,” I returned shyly, shaking his hand. Upon releasing it, I said apologetically, “I have to go. I’ve got a presentation in three hours.”
              “Sure,” he answered easily. “Break a leg.”
              “Thanks.” When I turned around to walk away, I could feel his gaze following me. It made me extra clumsy and conscious, tripping on my own two feet as I reached the office I shared with George and Arian.
              George raised a brow when I came in. “You look happy.”
              I quickly told him about Mr. Fix It.
              “Oooh. A forbidden office romance is in the works then?”
              His words made me think of Constantijin, and the memory was more than enough to wipe out every good feeling I had about Drake. Deflated, I shook my head. “No,” I sighed out. “Not for me.” I might find Drake attractive, but it was probably because his very obvious admiration of me was thrilling. But that was it. He didn’t make me feel alive with just one glance and he certainly didn’t make me hot, wet, and bothered all at the same time with a few words.
              Three o’clock came sooner than expected and before I knew it, Megan was taking us to another conference room, a bigger one, with a white screen already rolled down in the front of the room and a projector plugged in and ready for our use. The only lights in the room were directed towards the stage, leaving the rest of the room – and our audience – shrouded in darkness.
    George was up first. He used an image slideshow for his presentation and because he was uber -creative, it worked for him