her pov
I splashed cold water on my face, desperate to wash away his shirtless image. My heart was still racing. He caught me looking at him, gawking my eyes on his chest and I didn't look away. He looked so incredibly handsome that I would have jumped on him if I didn't run away. I might have something reckless, something that could change everything between us. He was like opium, making me addicted every time I looked at him.
I didn't want to go out. I didn't want to face him. I don't want to but I had too. I couldn't ignore him.
“Ms. Spenser, are you okay?” I heard his voice—cold and deep—from outside the door. My heart started beating faster; nervousness had taken over my whole body.
“Umm… yes… I’m coming, Mr. Parker,” I replied in a shaky tone. He didn’t say anything. I just
