That cologne… was it Kysons? No, it couldnt be.
Hed left, hadnt he? A soft whimper escaped her as her head throbbed in protest.
Instinctively, she curled closer to the warmth surrounding her.
The man holding her stiffened slightly, but she was too desperate forfort to notice.
Pressing herself closer to his chest, she sought the sce she desperately needed.
Soon, a warm, thick nket was draped over her, and slowly, the cold that had gripped her began to fade away.
Sleep pulled her deeper into its embrace, and she surrenderedpletely.
Knock, knock. The sound of someone rapping on her desk pulled her out of her slumber.
Blinking groggily, Dulcie opened her eyes to find Kurt standing in front of her.
Mrs.
Shaw, its time to go home, he said gently.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she took in her surroundings, still disoriented.
She was at her desk with no nket in sight and no Kyson.
A small, self-mockingugh slipped out as reality settled in.
It was all just a dream, after all.
Quicklyposing herself, she shed a tired smile at Kurt. Thanks for your help today.
Kurt nodded politely, his tone as professional as ever.
Its my duty.
As Dulcie stood up, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her like a freight train, and she copsed back into her chair.
Kurt was at her side in an instant, steadying her with a firm grip, his worry deepening.
Are you alright? Im good.
You can head out now.
Ill be leaving shortly myself. As Dulcie was seated in her chair, a wave of dizziness washed over her.
Kurt, unable to linger, decided to leave first.
Dulcie cast a fleeting nce at the CEOs office, its blinds tightly shut.
She figured Kyson had probably already left the building.
After a moments rest, she let out a sigh, feeling a bit more revitalized, and stood to leave.
Back at the Shaw residence, Dulcie noticed Kyson lounging on the couch, sharingughs with Sally.
His smile vanished instantly upon spotting her.
Humph ! With a scornful snort, Dulcie bypassed the living room and headed straight upstairs, skipping dinner.
Kyson…