= Sarah POV =

  I was pying on my phone when I heard footsteps approaching the door and the door swung open. I put down my phone and looked up to find Ms. Jun smiling at me while holding a familiar stack of papers.

  “Once again, I am so gd you returned. I hope you did not get too sick from getting caught in the rain” she asked as she sat down across from me on the other couch and put the papers in on the table with a pen for me to sign once I was ready.

  “I was lucky enough to make it to the shelter. After I had a bath, I felt much better; thank you,” I said, deciding not to go into detail about the spa treatment.

  “I’m gd to hear that. Now if you could just look over the application and sign on the dotted line, I’ll be happy to put you through a brief orientation, and we can discuss your schedule after your start day” Ms. Jun smiled and stood up “I’m a bit parched, would you like some water or coffee?” she asked.

  “I umm… I’m good,” I said but bit my lip as Ms. Jun ughed at my response.

  “No need to be so shy, we are all practically family here. You know what, I remember you ordered a Latte when you came here to work. I’ll be right back with a Latte for you, and I’ll see if I can get Heather to throw in an expresso; it’ll pick you right up.” Ms. Jun grinned and strode out of the room, leaving me a little breathless.

  I don’t know what it was about her, but there was something almost predatory behind the way her eyes looked at me like she was just waiting for me to let my guard down and she would pounce. The way she stood was so poised and controlled; however, I noticed that she lingered too long on things, like stroking the pen before pcing it on top of the stack of papers or running her fingers across the surface of the couch instead of just letting them rest on her p.

  Or maybe it was just me. Yeah, why was I noticing all these things? It was all in my head.

  I sighed and ran my hands through my head. I know I was picking up on all these signs, but honestly, maybe Ms. Jun was just a very tactile individual. She might not even be into girls.

  But my heart was pounding at the very thought of her hands on mine the other day, and maybe it was the compound feeling of Chris having held me that morning so uncomfortably, I was longing for a gentle, soft touch from hands that wanted to hold me, and not just control me.

  The idea of Chris being the one, running her hands over mine…. Her long fingers stroking the pen…her hands running across the surface of the couch across from me…

  I involuntarily let out a little moan and cmped my hand over my mouth. Dirty thoughts about Chris be gone! I swear I needed to calm my fleeting heart down.