Olivia Westview
My heart was pounding, and I could feel a thin layer of sweat starting to form on my palms.
I placed my hands on my lap, squeezing them together to stop the trembling, but it didn’t help. I was nervous. More nervous than I’d ever been sitting in this office before.
James didn’t say anything right away, and I felt his eyes on me, studying me, waiting. I avoided eye contact, my gaze darting to the edge of his desk, to the penholder, the window behind him—anywhere but at him. My pulse thrummed in my ears, the tension making it hard to breathe. What did he want to say? Why had he called me up here?
I swallowed hard, willing myself to stay calm. But it was difficult. So difficult not to look into those piercing blue eyes of his, the ones that seemed to draw me in no matter
