Chapter 3905 From Saint To Slut In Seven Days:>Ep6

I was walking back to my desk when his office door burst open. He hurriedly stepped out and we almost ran into each other. His eyes flew open and he gasped in shock as he clearly hadn't expected anyone to be standing there right at that moment. I tried to swerve out of the way of the sudden presence in front of me but lost my balance. I gave the least lady-like squawk possible as I began to go down, only to find myself falling directly into his arm that shot out to catch me. It was touch and go as I nearly went down anyway but his arm was surprisingly strong as he held pretty much my entire weight for a moment then, as an act of counterbalance, he curled it up scooping me firmly into an unexpected embrace. I felt his chest and arms wrap around me as though it was in slow motion like some ridiculous scene from a Mills and Boon novel, where this would be the moment the roguish pirate/lonely cattle rancher would discover his undying love for the heroine and kiss her firmly. Sadly, this was reality and what actually happened involved more strange squawking sounds from me, followed by the back of my head contacting his nose as he bent forward and I suspect that one of us may have farted from the sudden strain. Not very romantic at all. Once I had my balance back and was firmly on my own two feet again, trying to blink the stars out of my eyes from the knock to the back of my head, I looked at Stefan. He looked as shell-shocked as I felt. His eyes were slightly crossed and he had a trickle of blood forming under his nose. We looked at each other for a moment, and then both spoke at the same time.