Cora noticed the light was left on in Brent’s office. Since she was the last one there, it was her responsibility to ensure the office was closed up properly. When Cora entered Brent’s office, she was surprised to see him typing on his computer. She backed up very slowly so he wouldn’t notice her.
“Going somewhere?” Brent deviously inquired.
“I didn’t know you were in the office. Julie asked me to lock up when I left,” Cora said.
“It’s dark out. Do you always stay this late?” Brent shifted from his computer screen and placed all his attention on Cora. Her nerves were unsettled as she tried to remain composed.
“I like working when the office is quiet. With the conference fast approaching, I’ve been putting in a few extra hours. Don’t worry, Mr. Locke. I don’t make overtime,” Cora quickly added.
“Dedication is an important quality to exhibit for an intern. Then again, so is tact.”
“Yes, I agree,” Cora said as she tried to figure out where the conversation was going.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, I am done for the evening,” Cora reminded him. Didn’t she already tell him?
“Good. You will join me for dinner. I know you haven’t eaten.” Brent stared at her fully expecting her only response would be yes, of course!
“I haven’t,” was all Cora managed to say as her mouth was completely dry. How did this man manage to put the fear of God into her and tick her off at the same time?
“Don’t forget to turn off the lights,” Brent said as he grabbed his keys off the desk and threw them in his blazer pocket.
While Cora fiddled with the alarm code, she heard Brent start his car. Maybe he was just joking about going to dinner. Deep down, Cora knew that wasn’t that case. Her brown slacks and long sleeve blouse suddenly felt very plain. Thank goodness she slipped on a pair of heels before she ran out of the apartment that morning. What in the world would she talk to him about? Where was Julie when she needed her?
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