The Writer's Romance 57 Getting Out Of Hand

They have finished the job for today with minimum time for lunch and dodging break time.

The darkness made the lights go alive in the city.

She took her things and closed the light on her office.

"This day is soooo tiring," She said and locked the door.

Clark's office is still open so she decided to take a look at her boss since he's been working non-stop since the morning.

"Hey," she whispered while slowly opening the door.

She saw Clark sleeping while resting his head on his arms on his table.

"Oh."

She is surprised to see Clark resting while still on his office since he seems to never get tired.

Even if they have a long day, Clark never lets anyone see that he is tired.

He never sighs after doing work.

He never stretches his arms.

He never rests.

But here he is, sleeping soundly.

Sheen enters and closes the door gently.

"Clark? Are you not going home yet?" Sheen whispers.

She's battling whether to wake him up or let him rest a little more.

His hair is already messed up and there are still a lot of papers for him to sign.

He even locked his door during lunch to avoid people going inside to make him eat lunch since he's busy, he doesn't have time to eat.

Sheen put her things on the couch and went to Clark, she leans to see if he really is asleep or he just closed his eyes.

But with his shallow breathing, he seems to be asleep.

She stares at his face, you can really tell that he's lacking sleep with his dark circles and tired skin.

But aside from that, he is still flawless with his black soft hair, strong jaw, perfect nose, soft lips, and thick eyebrows that can drown her with emotions.

'How did you get this handsome, Clark?' Sheen asks while smiling.

She wants to brush his hair but he might wake up if she did so resists her hand from moving.

'Oh, yeah. I should take a photo, I'll tease him for watching me earlier,' Sheen giggles and took her phone from her bag fast.

She angles the camera from where Clark looks good with a sleeping face and took 10 photos and then she suddenly wants to do a selfie with him.

'Okay, I should be here... Show his face,' She thought as she moves the camera around where both of them will look nice.

She did a peace sign and took a photo.

She giggles while looking at what she captured and had a thought.

'This will embarra.s.s him,' she thought and leans on his face while pouting, making an impression that she will kiss him on his lips while maintaining a good distance from him.

She took two photos until she realized that he's already awake when she looks at him.

Her lips are still pouting while his eyes are fully awake, and are even shock with what he first sees.

Sheen suddenly froze, she bites her lips and gulps.

Clark smiles, still not moving since Sheen's face is exactly facing him.

He can almost hear her heartbeat, or is it his own?

"You're cute when you're embarra.s.sed," Clark said and chuckles.

His cute laugh made Sheen's heart beat as fast as a horse who's running during the war.

And her heart is at war, whether if it's right to feel this way for her boss- her childhood friend.

Her fl.u.s.tered face made Clark laugh more as he sits upright and stretches his arms.

Sheen stands and turns around, "I'm going home," she said and closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath to calm her heart.

"Are you not going to ask me to go home with you?" Clark asks in a husky sad tone which made Sheen's heart suddenly stop.

He took his things and the other papers he can work on at home and stands up.

"What happened? Why did you freeze?" Clark asks while frowning and walks in front of Sheen.

She suddenly felt weird with how Clark asks.

He somehow reminds her of a puppy who wants to be pet.

He acts cute.

He sounds cute.

He suddenly became cute.

He was normal yesterday.

Strict.

Mature.

Manly.

But now, he stares at her with such cute expression wondering why she suddenly stops moving.

Her surprise face made him tilt his head.

Making her see a puppy in front of her who looks so confused.

"What is happening with you?" She unconciously asks.

Clark tries to understand what she meant until he remembered that he really does act weird today.

He stands straight, cleared his throat, fixed his necktie and opened the door, "I'll see you at the parking lot, Miss Sheen."

Sheen is left puzzled, he suddenly went back to normal.

His straight expression and professional look made him look like he was not the same person who acted cute earlier.

And it made her somehow feel sad.

She wants to see more of his cute side but her question switched him back to Mr. White he is.

Sheen took her things and locked the door.

But when she turns around she saw Clark standing in front of the elevator.

He should be in the parking lot now, but there he is waiting for her.

"Are you coming home with me?" Sheen asks the question he wanted her to ask him.

Clark looks at Sheen with a straight face, "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. It was immature. Maybe I'm just tired... or in love," he whispered the last part.

"Maybe you are," Sheen stands beside him without hearing what he said last.

"Thank you for your good work," Clark enters the elevator followed by Sheen.

"Oh, you too. You know, I'll help you with that," Sheen pointed at the papers and folders he has on his suitcase, "just give them to me. You need sleep, you know?"

"I do have something you can help me with..." Clark said in a husky tone.

Sheen suddenly felt her heart skip a beat with his voice.

She felt excited and weird hearing him talk like that.

Seductive.

Manly.

It makes her body shiver with excitement.

It's weird since she never felt the same when Kady talks to her like that before.

"W-what is..." she clears her throat since she's stuttering, "What is it?"

She didn't look at him since she knows he's looking at her, and if she did, it might cause her heart attack.

He took a step forward to her, making her freeze and pretends it's something that bothers her.

But the moment his torso brushed her shoulder, she immediately backs away and leans on the elevator.

She still didn't look at his face.

Right now, Clark wants to ask her if it's fine for him to love her.

That will help him ease his worries about being a fool in love for a friend.

But if he asks her that question, surely, things will change between them especially if what he's feeling is something Sheen will not accept.

But also, according to Sheen, she still stays good friends with the guys who love her like Wyn.

Seeing her fl.u.s.tered and uncomfortable, looking away with her hand on her chest, Clark can't utter his question.

He reached for his pocket inside his coat.

Sheen, with her wild imagination, thought he is going to loosen up his tie and unb.u.t.ton the two b.u.t.tons of his shirt.

A scene where the guy will be seductively dominant over his lady who he pinned on the wall and proclaim that she is only his.

She gulps, ready to encounter such an event that he only sees or imagines on books and movies.

"Here," Clark handed a black flash drive that he took from his coat's inner pocket.

Her heart suddenly went from racing to being injured with her expectation.

What was she thinking, he's her boss.

He might've only felt tired so he moved closer to her.

And he's not really pinning her, she's just overreacting.

She stands straight with a straight disappointed face and took the flash drive the moment the elevator opened and walks away.

Clark watches her with his clenched fist.

"I'll tell you tomorrow," he thought and fans himself with his hand since he somehow felt hot when she saw Sheen blush as he moves closer to her.

Since he already read her books, he totally knows what Sheen expected.

But how can he do it when he doesn't even know what his limitations are as a boss and a friend?

He immediately follows her to the parking lot and she's already inside the car.

They didn't talk for the whole time and even went to their places without goodbyes.

Both of them are frustrated.

Sheen stares at her laptop screen as she is about to send her story to Bea and Dan for proofreading and editing as well.

But she suddenly remembered what happened earlier and she regretted not looking at Clark's face.

She had already created a lot of scenarios that may have happened if she did.

One goes: If she looks at him, he might look away and stand away while scratching the back of neck saying that he forgot what he wants her to do and laughs awkwardly, which is something that Clark will not do. He does not apologize for things he does or forgets things related to work.

The other goes: If she looks at him, he will smirk like the devil, but will look extremely hot that will make her melt. Then he will lean closer and whisper on her ears what he wants her to help him with, and her knees will go weak and he will laugh with a husky tone and help her stand properly. This is a bit weird but it has a high possibility of happening.

There are a lot more, but the scenario that keeps on repeating on her mind is something inappropriate for a friend and a boss but makes her feel thrilled and romance.

"Oh G.o.d, I'm crazy," she said while covering her face with a pillow while imagining that scenario that takes her heart to heaven.

If she looked at him, probably, he is already pinning her on the wall, he will still loosen his necktie, unb.u.t.ton his shirt, whisper on her ears words that are a bit cheesy which goes: "Help me with the problem of my heart. It wants you, it only wants you. Can you at least give me an answer on how to solve this problem?" with a low husky sad voice that he used earlier. Then his breath will tickle her ears which will leave her breathless as she nods. And then...

"WAAAH!!!! NO!!" She throws the pillow, "How could he kiss me? He's my boss and I'm his friend!"

She shouted with a blushing face while panting.

Her heart can't calm down as she feels hot for some reason.

"I'm going crazy. This is bad. I can't fantasize about Clark. He's my boss! This is against morality. But... well, he's not married. And they accept office romance as long as it doesn't interfere with their work like Bea and Dan. And CJ calls me Mommy, maybe I can call him.... HOW CAN I CALL HIM DADDY? O my word, I never knew I am this dirty. I should stop reading erotica books now. My exploration has gone wrong. It is tainting my... Okay.." She took a deep breath.

"This is not me. Stop, Sierra Haley Eureka Ellaine Neomi Verrez, stop. Stay being boring. Your imaginations are getting out of hand. Don't be dirty."

She stands up and took her towel and looks at the mirror, "Are you kidding me? How can such guy fall for you?" she said while staring at her reflection.

"You're stupid. You're ugly. You're nothing. You'll just hurt yourself."