Evangeline watched with curious eyes as his phone buzzed with new messages. Her mind filling with various ideas of the dirty texts that were undoubtedly lying, ready to be opened in his phone. This was a man that probably slept with most of his female staff, and anyone he wished really and the thought of just being another notch on his belt sent her blood boiling underneath her skin.<br/><br/>With a shake of her head, she backed further away. Having moved around to the opposing side of the desk, she had placed an object in between them to give herself some more room.<br/>"You need to eat Mr Pratt. So I can take the tray and plates back down to the kitchen staff.." She reiterated, running a hand through her waves as she eagerly avoided any sought eye contact from the handsome man, as it took almost everything to not sink down into his lap. A place she had already found comfort in once this day already.<br/><br/>She really didn't want to find herself slipping back into the man's grasps. Yes, their time together earlier that day had been everything she had been yearning for and dreaming about for the last few months. But he was her boss, and she knew that anything that came from this situation would only result in her being exploited, and eventually pushed out of a job when things became too real with the redhead for the business mogul to deal with, especially with any other side pieces he was hauling around.<br/>All women in exactly the same position as herself.