Gemotions

The scent of fresh paint and wood polish filled the air, a stark contrast to the sterile environment she had grown accustomed to in Human Resources. The new office, in the design department, was a sensory explosion. Amelia ran her hand across the cool surface of a new desk, the smooth wood sending a pleasing shock up her arm.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a quick, erratic rhythm. She glanced at the clock. It was still early, but she felt as though she could accomplish anything. She stretched, her back arching, a low moan escaping her lips.

A young man entered, carrying a box. He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her. Her breath hitched. He had kind eyes. "Need any help?" he asked. "Yes, actually," she breathed, wanting to be close to him.