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After collecting the important files from each department, Beatrice opened the door to the office, fatigue creasing her face, then her gaze fell on Ben who placed his head on the table.

'Is he sleeping?' Her thoughts outstripped her while she traipsed her way to her desk.

Beatrice dropped the files on the table, then turned her face back to Ben, and she found herself moving closer to him.

Her eyes glistened at him when she was close to his seat. Ben was taking a quick nap, resting his head on one of his arms he straightened on the table.

His gray suit was hanging around his swiveled seat, leaving him in the blue shirt he wore.

Beatrice's smile was linked with a sigh as she stared, then she leaned closer to him and studied his face. 

'He's so handsome,' Beatrice thought to herself, chewing on her lower lips, her gaze traveled to his thin and narrow eyebrows which were curved like that of a crescent of the moon, then her eyes trailed from his alluring eyelids to his thick black lashes, and she noticed the dark circles visible below his eyes.

"He must be so tired," Beatrice mumbled to herself and reached out to brush off his hair covering his forehead before she could realize what she was doing, and her fingers craved to run through his silky black hair.

She withdrew her hand immediately, and inhaled sharply, her gaze flickered to Ben's pink lips which were slightly parted and flashes of him kissing her reappeared in her mind and she incautiously licked her lower lips.

She would only be lying to herself if she was saying she didn't want that kiss, she felt so good, the kiss felt so good to her that if he could more pressure on it, she would definitely let her guard down.

Still, observing the charming physique, she noticed how the muscles of his arm ripped through the sleeves of his shirt, who knew he would be a man of authority, who had many companies under his name.

She always thought he wasn't serious in high school, but he was smarter than she had thought.

A weary sigh escaped her lips, then she straightened herself and grabbed his suit, she spread it around his shoulder using it to cover him then she smiled to herself suddenly, remembering when they were in high school, how Ben would come to her class when she's taking a nap and use his jacket or hoodie to cover her up.

Her gaze darted to the file Ben was sleeping on, she moved closer to the table, then she slowly touched the file and wanted to pull it, but she couldn't unless she wanted to rip the file apart.

She sighed and slipped her hand under Ben's arm and raised his head gently, then used her other hand to remove the file and placed it on the other side of the desk.

Ben's head was still slightly raised from the desk, and he moved and Beatrice gasped, her eyes widened, and she stared at him, hoping he wasn't awake.

Beatrice breathed out lowly in relief when she finds out he wasn't awake yet, then she lowered his head back to the table as gently as possible.

She was handling him like a fragile egg, and when she succeeded in placing his head back on the table, his other hand came up to her and grasped her wrist, placing her right hand under his face.

Beatrice's eyes widened at him, and she rolled her eyes when Ben nuzzled on her hand, then he smiled, feeling the warmth of her skin against his face.

Beatrice breathed deeply and glared at him, she still has loads of work to do, than getting her hand trapped under Ben's face.

She was regretting why she had come to him while she should have been carrying on with her work.

She darted her gaze towards the table and stared at the number of files she still needs to sort out before she goes home, and it was almost closing.

Likewise, she averted her gaze back to Ben who was sleeping peacefully with her hand underneath the side of his face on the table, and she frowned at him, getting annoyed.

"Look at him, he's sleeping while I still have loads of work to do," She scoffed, eyeing Ben's sleep figure.

She snickered and tried to pull her hand out from his face, but his grip tightened firmly around her wrist.

Beatrice growled lowly, stomping her feet on the floor in annoyance, then there was a knock on the door.

Beatrice gasped snapping her head towards the door and without thinking twice she snatched her hand away from Ben's grip forcefully, thereby waking Ben up who got startled.

Beatrice held her breath while the door opened and Vanessa walked in, immediately Vanessa's gaze fell on Beatrice, and seeing she was standing close to Ben, a scowl immediately crept onto her face while Beatrice rolled her eyes when she realized it was Vanessa.

The two ladies were throwing daggers at each other like cats and dogs.

Ben, who just woke up, yawned slightly covering his mouth with his palm, then he noticed his suit around his body.

'Who put this around me?' He pondered, staring at his suit, then he turned his face to see Beatrice standing close to him, he was confused and when he turned his gaze to the front, he saw Vanessa in front of him.

"What's going on?" He asked skeptically, narrowing his gaze at both of his secretaries.

"Uhm! I came to check a file on the table," Beatrice lied and immediately grabbed the file on the table, her hair spilling over her shoulder and face.

Beatrice turned her gaze to him, giving Ben a nervous smile plastered on her lips, while Ben narrowed his gaze to the file in her hands and then to her face.

'That's a lie,' His gaze penetrated her, she was the one who gave him the file, telling him she had gone through it earlier.

Ben smirked when their eyes held contact, and he turned to stare at Vanessa, who was studying the both of them.

"Ms. Parker?" Ben inquired when she wasn't saying anything, and she jolted from her short trance and then adjusted the glass on the bridge of her nose.

"Sir, I wanted to let you know that I'm about to leave to have a dinner meeting with the secretary of Dexan company, so, we could discuss some terms about the project before having a general meeting," Vanessa informed.

"Okay," Ben nodded, waving her off while using his other hand to tap over his mouth while he yawned.

He was still feeling sleepy.

"Okay, Sir," Vanessa smiled thinly, her gaze shifting to Beatrice, who was looking elsewhere apart from her. Vanessa bowed slightly at her boss, then she turned around in her heels, send began strutting towards the door.

Beatrice inhaled out and dropped the file back on the table with a snort, and began making her way towards her desk without sparing a glance at Ben.

"Are you the one who placed my suit around me?" Ben asked, his eyes prying at her, while Beatrice stopped in her tracks.

Her hands are clamped together in front of her, while she bites on her lower lips.

"Yeah," She answered in a low tone.

"Hmm, you are even looking out for me, now," Ben spoke in amusement while he quirked one of his brows, staring at her back.

Beatrice snapped her head towards him over her shoulder, "No!" 

"I'm not looking out for you, I just thought you shouldn't get too cold," Beatrice countered immediately, putting on a straight face at him.

Then Ben's lips curled up in a twist.

'Too cold, indeed,' Beatrice's mind huffed.

"What's the difference?" Ben scoffed, a taunting smirk now appearing on his lips.

"Don't let it get to your head," Beatrice's nose crinkled, and she averted her head back to the direction of her seat, and Ben pressed his lips together gawking at her as she marched off to her seat, anxiously.

'Almost getting you, Beatrice,' He thought proudly then chuckled slightly to himself, and a kinky smirk appeared on his lips.