Traitorous Touch

POV Hazel

I try with every ounce of my willpower to avert my eyes as I slowly approach his massive mahogany desk with his freshly brewed coffee. I keep my chin tucked, forcing my gaze to remain locked on the polished wood surface. I tell myself to just put the cup down and walk away. But the sheer sight of his carelessly rolled-up black sleeves and the thick, corded muscles of his forearms instan