He had the strongest desire to kiss

He had the strongest desire to kiss her, but knew she wouldn’t want such attention in her place of work. Rather, he slowly traced a finger down the delicate curve of her jaw.
A door opened, the one she had just exited, and she suddenly stiffened and stepped away.
“Evelyn, you will also need to—” The man who emerged cut off his request when he spotted Lucian standing there.
He was young, but appeared older in the way he carried himself. His face was groomed with a dated mustache and his eyes were hidden behind thick lenses, making his age difficult to discern. Lucian’s gaze snapped to his badge and noted that he was the manager.
“I didn’t realize you were assisting a customer. Please return to my office when you’re finished.”
There was nothing inappropriate in such a request from a manager to an employee, yet the set of Evelyn’s shoulders and the blank expression on her face told him something was off. The manager disappeared through the doors again and Evelyn drew in a shaky breath.
Before he could ask what the guy’s deal was, she turned and hissed, “You have to go.”
He frowned. “Do you not like your manager?”
“He’s my boss. I don’t have an opinion about him, but he’ll certainly have an opinion about me holding social calls at work.”
No, there was something definitely off with her, and it definitely had to do with the manager. “If you think I’m leaving because some little twerp with his picture in a dollar-store frame wants it so, you’re mistaken.”
She huffed and shifted on her feet. “Lucian, I have work to do—”
“Is that his office?”
She turned and glanced at the door. “What? Yes.”
“Why were you in his office?”
“He had to go over some things with me.”
“Like?”
“My receipts. Lucian, I really need to get back to work.”
That was his little worker bee, always so concerned about keeping her job. She really was an admirable employee. However, she was also vulnerable because of her age and the drive to maintain her job.
“Does he ever request the other employees join him in his office?”
Her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose. They were manicured, but no longer polished the way they had been when she’d stayed at the hotel and had the use of the salon. He’d make her an appointment.
“I don’t know. I need to go see what he wants now. I’ll call you when I’m done working.” She turned and disappeared through the back door without giving him a chance to reply. Dismissed indeed. He had a moment of what the hell is happening to me as he stared at the nondescript door, dumfounded.
He decided he’d wait. Let’s see how long Mr. Manager decides to monopolize his employee.
Lucian drifted to a display of rotisserie chickens that smelled surprisingly good. He waited for several moments. And when the door finally opened, Evelyn marched out and made a beeline to the registers on the opposite end of the store. There was no mistaking the irritation that set her shoulders. His eyes narrowed as he placed his basket beside a tank of lobsters and adjusted his cuffs.
Walking over to the door he pressed through and found a cramped little storage room with a ratty filing cabinet and the manager behind a beaten-down desk. The man’s mouth dropped open beneath his mustache.
“May I help you?” Clearly shoppers were not permitted in this area.
Lucian took his time taking in the small space. The guy had pictures of himself on the wall proclaiming he’d been employee of the month more times than any other. Instinct told him something was off and his gut said it was more than simple territorial paranoia for Evelyn.
He brushed his thumb over the edge of a dusty crate. “Mr. Gerhard?” It was easy to get his name off one of the many plaques on the wall.
“Yes?” The manager’s confusion to his presence showed signs of unease. It was a simple enough task. Lucian was older, better dressed, taller, and unarguably more powerful. The manager was outmatched and knew it, even if he didn’t know the game.
“I’m Lucian Patras.” There, that did it. Game on.
His brows shot over the dated frames of his glasses and he stood, instinctively offering the well-known name the respect it deserved. He held out his hand. “Mr. Patras, well, what a surprise. I hadn’t recognized you. Is there something I can do for you?”
Lucian kept his expression blank, but narrowed his eyes in a manner he knew could intimidate even the most powerful man. Gerhard got the unspoken message and withdrew his proffered hand.
“I imagine you’ve worked quite hard to obtain your position here at Clemons, Mr. Gerhard. Did I mention I know the Clemons family? They and the Patras family go back a long way. I’d hate to have to contact them beyond the courteous Christmas card.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” the manager said, his posture protective.
Lucian eyed the watermark on the ceiling with disinterest. “Evelyn Keats is someone very special to me. I understand that she’s new here and may require direction as she becomes oriented with her new duties, but do not make the mistake of taking advantage of her work ethic.” He met the other man’s gaze, which was magnified by his thick glasses. “I look out for her and will continue to do so. I want to make sure she’s being treated the same as the other employees. She may appear to be just another clerk here, but I assure you, she has an arsenal of attorneys at her disposal if, say, an employer were to overstep the bounds of proper management. Are we clear?”
The man swallowed noticeably. “Perfectly.”
“Very well. I’ll continue with my errand.” He turned and exited the office, sweeping up his basket and making his way to the registers.

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He had the strongest desire to kiss her, but knew she wouldn’t want such attention in her place of work. Rather, he slowly traced a finger down the delicate curve of her jaw.A door opened, the one she had just exited, and she suddenly stiffened and stepped away.“Evelyn, you will also need to—” The man who emerged cut off his request when he spotted Lucian standing there.He was young, but appeared older in the way he carried himself. His face was groomed with a dated mustache and his eyes were hidden behind thick lenses, making his age difficult to discern. Lucian’s gaze snapped to his badge and noted that he was the manager.“I didn’t realize you were assisting a customer. Please return to my office when you’re finished.”There was nothing inappropriate in such a request from a manager to an employee, yet the set of Evelyn’s shoulders and the blank expression on her face told him something was off. The manager disappeared through the doors again and Evelyn drew in a shaky breath.Before he could ask what the guy’s deal was, she turned and hissed, “You have to go.”He frowned. “Do you not like your manager?”“He’s my boss. I don’t have an opinion about him, but he’ll certainly have an opinion about me holding social calls at work.”No, there was something definitely off with her, and it definitely had to do with the manager. “If you think I’m leaving because some little twerp with his picture in a dollar-store frame wants it so, you’re mistaken.”Dia huffed dan bergeser pada kakinya. "Lucian, aku punya pekerjaan yang harus dilakukan""Apakah itu kantornya?"Ia berpaling dan melirik pintu. "Apa? Ya.""Kenapa kau di kantornya?""Ia harus pergi lebih dari beberapa hal dengan saya.""Seperti?""Saya tanda terima. Lucian, benar-benar perlu kembali bekerja."Itu adalah lebah kecil pekerja nya selalu begitu khawatir tentang menjaga pekerjaannya. Dia benar-benar adalah seorang karyawan yang mengagumkan. Namun, dia adalah juga rentan karena usianya dan dorongan untuk mempertahankan pekerjaannya."Apakah ia pernah meminta karyawan lain bergabung dengannya di kantornya?"Jari-jarinya mencubit jembatan hidungnya. Mereka yang terawat, tetapi tidak lagi dipoles dengan cara yang mereka telah ketika dia telah tinggal di hotel dan memiliki penggunaan salon. Dia akan membuat dia janji temu."Saya tidak tahu. Saya perlu untuk pergi melihat apa yang dia inginkan sekarang. Saya akan menelepon Anda ketika saya selesai bekerja. " Dia berbalik dan menghilang melalui pintu belakang tanpa memberinya kesempatan untuk menjawab. Diberhentikan memang. Ia sejenak apa sih yang terjadi kepada saya saat ia menatap pintu yang mencolok, ternganga.Dia memutuskan ia akan menunggu. Mari kita lihat berapa lama Mr manajer memutuskan untuk memonopoli karyawan nya.Lucian terhanyut ke layar alat panggang listrik ayam yang berbau mengejutkan baik. Dia menunggu beberapa saat. Dan ketika pintu dibuka, Evelyn berbaris keluar dan dibuat berkemas untuk register pada ujung toko. Ada salah iritasi yang mengatur bahunya. Matanya mempersempit karena ia ditempatkan keranjang samping tangki lobster dan disesuaikan manset nya.Walking over to the door he pressed through and found a cramped little storage room with a ratty filing cabinet and the manager behind a beaten-down desk. The man’s mouth dropped open beneath his mustache.“May I help you?” Clearly shoppers were not permitted in this area.Lucian took his time taking in the small space. The guy had pictures of himself on the wall proclaiming he’d been employee of the month more times than any other. Instinct told him something was off and his gut said it was more than simple territorial paranoia for Evelyn.He brushed his thumb over the edge of a dusty crate. “Mr. Gerhard?” It was easy to get his name off one of the many plaques on the wall.“Yes?” The manager’s confusion to his presence showed signs of unease. It was a simple enough task. Lucian was older, better dressed, taller, and unarguably more powerful. The manager was outmatched and knew it, even if he didn’t know the game.“I’m Lucian Patras.” There, that did it. Game on.His brows shot over the dated frames of his glasses and he stood, instinctively offering the well-known name the respect it deserved. He held out his hand. “Mr. Patras, well, what a surprise. I hadn’t recognized you. Is there something I can do for you?”Lucian kept his expression blank, but narrowed his eyes in a manner he knew could intimidate even the most powerful man. Gerhard got the unspoken message and withdrew his proffered hand.“I imagine you’ve worked quite hard to obtain your position here at Clemons, Mr. Gerhard. Did I mention I know the Clemons family? They and the Patras family go back a long way. I’d hate to have to contact them beyond the courteous Christmas card.”“I’m not sure I understand,” the manager said, his posture protective.Lucian eyed the watermark on the ceiling with disinterest. “Evelyn Keats is someone very special to me. I understand that she’s new here and may require direction as she becomes oriented with her new duties, but do not make the mistake of taking advantage of her work ethic.” He met the other man’s gaze, which was magnified by his thick glasses. “I look out for her and will continue to do so. I want to make sure she’s being treated the same as the other employees. She may appear to be just another clerk here, but I assure you, she has an arsenal of attorneys at her disposal if, say, an employer were to overstep the bounds of proper management. Are we clear?”The man swallowed noticeably. “Perfectly.”“Very well. I’ll continue with my errand.” He turned and exited the office, sweeping up his basket and making his way to the registers.