The Wrong Woman

After their intimate time together, Candice, overcome with embarrassment, hastily dressed while Elio was bewildered. She practically sprinted away from the room.

"Candice..." Elio called out. He couldn't go after her as he wasn't fully dressed yet.

She dashed out of the office and into the elevator, gasping for breath. Upon returning to the design department, Vanessa hurried over and leaned forward with her hands on Candice's table. Vanessa's gaze fell upon Candice's flushed face and slightly swollen lips.

"Candice, what happened? Why are you so red? Did you have lunch?"

Candice avoided Vanessa's gaze, looking down sheepishly. "Yes, I did. Just by myself."

"I didn't see you in the cafeteria! And you usually take only half an hour for lunch. Why did it take you over an hour today?"

"I-I didn't eat at the company cafeteria. I went somewhere... far."

Vanessa lightly smacked Candice's hand with a hint of displeasure. "Candice, why didn't you bring me along if you found a great spot?"

of hair behind her ear. "Next time. I'll definitely

Vanessa exclaimed,

looked at her

ear close to her neck. Then, she questioned, "Why's there a red mark on your neck? It looks like a hickey." Candice panicked. "A

love bite!" Vanessa

feigned annoyance. "Don't

a mosquito bite or a hickey. Moreover, Candice's bashful expression was unmistakable. Her face

and asked, "Candice, are you sure you

to set us up,"

I'll let Wendell know he should

gave her a faint smile. "That's something you should have done a long time

turned on her computer and began to

into her chair and rested her head on the desk, intending to take a brief nap for about half an

the ringing of Candice's phone broke the silence. It was Elio calling. A wave of awkwardness and embarrassment swept over