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"Here's the document that you asked for, sir." His secretary, Ruskin said and he handed the papers over to the media mogul Charles Augustus Milverton. Milverton took the files away and he felt that Ruskin's fingers slightly touched his hand. He almost unnoticeably shook into it like he did all the time. He had no idea why, but Ruskin's touch always made this effect on him.
"Thank you, Ruskin." He told his secretary. He saw it in his eyes that he noticed the trembling of Milverton's fingers nevertheless, but before he could ask about it, Milverton gestured him the order. "Withdraw for now."
Ruskin nodded without a word and he ended up leaving the study. Milverton was on his own and his skin was still buzzing on the place where Ruskib touched him. His secretary's touch was always filled with gentleness and warmth - Milverton, who sometimes had health problems with his blood circulation, was naturally drawn to this warmth. His hand was normally cold, but when he could feel Ruskin's fingers on them, it immediately got warmer. Milverton couldn't guess the reason behind this and he rarely analyzed the phenomenon, but now, he started thinking about why.
What did Ruskin touch have which was able to change even his own body temperature for a few minutes? Was this the softness or the boiling devotion he knew that his secretary had towards him? Or was it due to the blush that appeared on Ruskin's face when the touch happened - and Milverton merely mirrored his secretary's emotions? He could bring up a lot of options, but no matter how much he wondered about it, Milverton couldn't determine the reason once and for all. So he just ended up shrugging his shoulders. It was better to accept it the way it was than put too much thought into it.
It never crossed his mind that it was because he might like Ruskin's touch. That would have been an impossible and ridiculous thought. After all, Milverton was not the incarnation of pure evil without a reason.