~Arabella~
I sat stiffly in the plush leather chair, my fingers loosely wrapped around the silverware, pretending to focus on the salad in front of me.
But I wasn’t eating. I couldn’t eat. My mind kept returning to him..my boss, the man who had seemed so unyielding, so cold, when he had first brought me here.
Yet now, sitting across from him, the sharp edges of his demeanor softened. He was… different. Kind, even. Considerate. And it unnerved me more than I cared to admit.
His voice, low and even, carried a warmth that was entirely at odds with the man I had known in the office. Every so often, his eyes flicked toward me with an intensity that made my heart skip, and I found myself wondering: What is he thinking? Why this sudden gentleness?
I tried to force myself to focus on the food
