You were with Keegan in the conference room while you were fiddling with papers and reports. He also minded his own business. You were surrounded only by silence, which was interrupted by the rustling of paper and the dim light that enveloped everything around.

You took a break from your work to give your eyes a break from the black letters on the white paper. Your gaze slid to the guy’s hands, or rather to the veins on his hands.

He noticed that you were looking at his hands and cleared his throat to get your attention. When you looked away from his delicious veins on his arms, you noticed him smirking.

"Are you done?"-Keegan said. He is straightforward, even if there is a hint of amusement in his voice.

It was just the two of you, and after his phrase the tension in the room could have been cut with a knife.

"What finished?"-you asked, looking away from the man.

"Fuck me with eyes"-Keegan said looking at you with a grin.