Catherine, the 18 year old trainee

I sigh as I wave goodbye and close the skype window then answer the phone "Hello"
"Hi James, it's Catherine, I really need to talk to you in one of the meeting rooms if you have a minute for me?"
"Sure, I will be right down" I reply and smile to myself. I don't know what it is about her welsh accent but it always makes me feel good.
I resist the urge to race to the meeting room and check my reflection in the mirror, straightening my tie I walk to the meeting room and am greeted by the sight of Catherines waist length red hair pushed over her left shoulder. "What can I do for you Catherine?" I ask her as my eyes gaze into hers.
"I don't know what to do, I got my results this morning and I failed again"
I sit down and try telling her "it will be okay, if you want my help then I will get you through it next time, all you have to do is ask."
"Thank you" she smiles, and it lights up her face then before I know what's happening she flings her arms round my neck and her lips brush my cheek and I fight my desire to turn into them. Instead I close my arms round her shoulder pulling her tight to my body I breathe deeply and then freeze as I realise I have been busted smelling the coconut scent left on her smooth hair