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?"

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

Vanessa exclaimed, "Don't

looked at her in

behind her ear close to her neck. Then, she questioned, "Why's there a red mark on your neck? It looks

love bite!" Vanessa said, looking

quickly let her hair fall to cover her neck. Then, she feigned annoyance. "Don't

could easily tell whether it was a mosquito bite or a hickey. Moreover, Candice's bashful expression was unmistakable. Her

and asked, "Candice, are you sure you

Please stop trying to set us up," Candice

disappointedly, "Alright then. I'll let Wendell know he should move on and look

faint smile. "That's something you should

her computer and

of boredom, Vanessa slumped back into her chair and rested her

Elio calling. A wave of awkwardness and embarrassment swept over her, and she found herself at a loss for how