As soon as Jenna stepped out of the comfort room, she barely had time to react before Heirman’s strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Her breath hitched at the sudden closeness, and her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, attempting to push him away. "Tatawag ako sa Sunshine Furniture para humingi ng replacement para sa conference table," she muttered, her voice firm as she created distance between them.
Heirman frowned, his arms slowly dropping to his sides. "Did I do something wrong, Jenna?"
His hand lifted, fingers reaching out to touch her face, but she quickly swatted it away.
Biting her lower lip, she took a step back and shook her head. "No. I won't let you touch me."
She walked past him, heading towards her desk with a firm stride. She
