Emma POV
The uncomfortable silence has fallen since Mr. Locke’s last statement. Somehow, although it lasted a couple of minutes, it seemed forever. The temperature in the room rose and I felt as if I was boiling. I briefly glanced at the thermostat across the wall and it is showing 75 degrees. Yet, I feel that I am inside a furnace and looking for more water to drench my thirst.
Mr. Locke has not moved a muscle. His amber piercing eyes are on me, looking straight at me and I must steady my hands and remember why I am here. “Miss Brook?” I hear his deep husky voice and simply say: “Yes?” “Have I answered your question regarding the paperwork? Do you have any additional questions, or would you like to accept the job?”
I squirm uncomfortably as if something is nagging me. Why would he h
