Hacker
I spent a very enjoyable evening with Wendy last night. We worked hard and she’s an amazing assistant. She never once complained, and she seemed to enjoy working with me as much as I enjoyed working with her.
I tested the waters a bit while we were working, just to see if she is open to something developing between us. Every chance I got, I’d touch her. It might have been a casual touch of my hand against hers, putting my hand on her back as I moved around her, or leaning closer to her when she was showing me something. But every time, every single time I touched her or got close to her, her heartbeat would increase, and her breath would hitch.
By the time I called it quits for the night, her cheeks had a permanent pink hue, and her sweet scent of caramel apples was driving me in
