(Chelsea's POV)

While I stood preparing Leonard's cup of coffee, my head was about to explode with several thoughts running through it.

"It's just a cup of coffee he wants, right?"

"No way on earth is he going to try to touch me again, or grope me or throw me on top of his desk and want to—"

"Why on earth am I thinking he would want to throw me on top of his desk and do anything?! It's work. It's his office. No way he would try such a thing, right?"

By the time I was done preparing his cup of coffee, my ears were beet red. I held...