WENDY’S POV
I veered around and there he was sagging on my glass door with his hands tucked inside his pocket. He was wearing his blazer without a tie today. I didn't even notice this before.
I do have a problem with that, keeping eye contact with him or looking at him at all. If this is going to work I need to get rid of my fears for him.
It's not like I'm scared of him.
He is not Nate, but that doesn't mean I should let my guard down; men like him shouldn't be trusted. "Are you going to tell me what you wanted to discuss? Or should I just stand here waiting?" He furrowed his brows, probably disappointed with my silence.
I meet his gaze of annoyance with my own, "I have thought about your offer, and I want to take it if the deal still stands" I state and he chuckles.
The sound
