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dark blond bedroom hair shaved short at the sides with the longer top finger combed over his left brow and his carefully groomed almost-not-there beard and mustache, he was hard to ignore. He was perfection personified. Harley’s striking eyes smiled even when his lips chose not too and they were the most vibrant blue I had ever seen. I seriously had to get a grip or he was about to know exactly what he did to me. I adjusted my position and gestured to the seat in front of my desk.
    “What seems to be the issue?” I asked, quite proud of myself for not openly drooling and completing a whole sentence without stumbling over my tongue.
    “I was supposed to receive my holiday pay on this cheque and I didn’t.”
    “Have a seat while I pull up your file.”
    “Mind if we share the screen?” Harley asked. “I’d like to see too. Maybe I can learn something about accounting.”
    “Uh, sure…bring your chair around to this side, I’ll scoot over,” I said, directing him to sit at my right side, since I was left handed and needed to control the mouse.
    “Not too far,” Harley said, stopping my chair with his hand. “I’m afraid my vanity doesn’t want me to admit I need glasses.”
    “I hear you,” I said, wiggling my heavy black framed glasses with my finger behind my ear and laughing.
    “On you they look good,” Harley said, smiling. “You suit that nerdy look.”
    “Excuse me?” I said, taken aback, not sure whether to feel insulted or not.
    Was Harley honestly calling me a nerd? Was he making fun of me? Accountants were known as the brainy, boring, wimpy guys getting sand kicked in their faces by the muscle bound gigantors who often walked away the victor. It was a well-known fact that couldn’t be more wrong in my case. I worked hard at maintaining my build.
    “I mean you look really smart with them on,” Harley tried to correct himself, he was failing. It was hard to hold anything Harley said against him, although the thought of my hard body pressed against his was a very yummy notion.
    “As opposed to when I take them off and I look like a dumb ass?” I joked, turning in time to catch him checking me out. He had definitely been check out the goods.
    “Urgh…that’s not what I meant, I’m really fucking this up,” Harley said, brushing his hand through his hair, managing to make it look even better and releasing the scent of shampoo into the air. “All I meant was that I don’t have a face for glasses. I have this long skinny baby face thing going on, especially if I shave, it’s as if I’m back in grade school.”
    “I think glasses would make your eyes pop even more than they do,” I said, taking my glasses from my face and handing them to Harley. “Give them a try, I bet you won’t look half bad.”
    Harley put them on and looked at me with a rascally grin on his face and a naughty leer in his gorgeous eyes. He was magnificent, nerdy glasses and all.
    “We better get a move on. I wouldn’t want to hold you up if you have lunch plans, making adjustments can sometimes take a while with this new program I’m trying to get used to.”
    “It all depends on what you’re doing for lunch,” Harley said, while I typed away.
    “Me?” I asked, as I input a few figures to my calculator from the screen.
    “Yeah, you find me my holiday pay and I’ll treat you to lunch to say thanks.”
    “No need to do that, it’s my job. Besides, it looks like I’m the culprit that fucked you out of your holiday pay in the first place,” I laughed, but it was true.
    “In that case you should say yes out of sheer guilt alone.”
    We laughed and Harley nudged my shoulder, “Lunch sounds great, I missed breakfast.” I wasn’t going to tell him why, he probably figured it was because of my tardiness as usual.
    Harley was sitting so close I could hear each breath he took, I could smell the mint from his gum and whatever cologne he was wearing. It smelled underpowered compared to most cologne that