"what's in your hand?"

"green tea. it'll help you relieve some stress, ma'am."

"you want me to be stress-free?"

"that..was my intention. yes."

"then put that aside, come here."

in the cold night, you sat in your light-less room after facing the lose of a fortune deal, your loyal secretary only wanted to calm you down...but never would he ever expect that he would end up sitting on your bed, his back against the headboard, you were snuggling on his lap. your head on his right thigh, you hands wrapping around his waist. this was unprofessional but not to Michael. his hands stayed motionless on either side of him, he made sure the struggle, his inner battle to pull you closer wasn't cracking that cold facade of his.