organization skills. Well, no, she admired lots of things about Arabella, but
she definitely appreciated that she was organized.
June knocked gently on the glass door, and when Arabella spun around,
she smiled. “Can I come in for a minute?”
“Sure.” Arabella shut the filing cabinet and sat down behind her desk.
She was very professional at work. She even fooled June most of the time.
Her face was always blank and neutral. They’d been dating for three weeks,
and Arabella was always very controlled. “What’s up?”
June shrugged. “Nothing. Maybe I just wanted to come and see you.”
Arabella’s cheeks heated up. Her eyes flew to the closed door, then
rushed back to June’s face, where they lingered, the heat in them slowly and
steadily building since they were alone. “That’s, uh, that’s very…I like
that.”
June giggled. “You’re welcome?” She lowered her voice. “I like it too.
Anyway, I was just…I wanted to talk to you. I thought maybe you’d like to
come over tonight. For dinner, but to stay the night?” She felt hope and fear
bubble up in her chest in equal measures.
Arabella grinned widely. There was no hiding her happiness, and seeing
it made June feel so incredibly alive. “I’d like that,” she said, so soft and
contained, even though her face was radiant.
“I’d like that too.”
Arabella glanced towards the door again. “Good. I’m glad that’s settled,
then.”
“I was also wondering if you might like to go for lunch with me today.”
“You mean leave here together?”
She nodded. “People go for lunch together all the time. It’s a work thing.
Lots of people here are friends.”
Arabella’s attention fixed on the stapler on the edge of her desk. “But
what if someone finds out that it’s more than that?”
June wished she could reach across the desk and touch Arabella’s hand or