Chapter 17

Mitchell walked into George’s office with a small smile. She was wearing a black knee-length skirt with a cerulean long-sleeved button-up shirt. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her face was bare of any makeup, as usual, save for her lip gloss and eyeliner. She was wearing pumps instead of heels, though.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t it the most beautiful woman in the world?”

Mitchell chuckled and shook her head.

“Already missing me?” George asked.

“I actually came to ask if you’ve gotten a date for us to meet Mr. Godsplan.”

George stood up. “Actually, not yet. I’m still working on it.”

Mitchell nodded. George was still walking toward her.

“I think that will be all for now. If there’s anything else, I’ll let you know.”

George stopped directly in front of Mitchell.

“You sure?” His voice had gotten down an octave, and his pupils were dilated. Mitchell managed a nod despite her racing heart.

“Yes? Not even a kiss?” George put his