Zeke's POV
I watched as Kamille took the cookies out of the oven and waited for a few more seconds before turning to face me. But even as she turned her eyes were everywhere but on me.
“I will be going then. I just wanted to see you and be sure you are good.” I said, my eyes not leaving her as I watched her every movement.
“Okay, Zeke.” She replied, raising her head to me but still avoiding my eyes.
I walked out of the kitchen. The tension that clung to the air was suffocating, so I adjusted my necktie to give me a little breathing space.
As I walked outside, my mind twirled as it replayed the last few hours since I arrived at the penthouse.
Fuck! What was I thinking?
Was I too forward? Was she still angry with me? Or was it the damn oven that chimed at the wrong time? I tried to
