Jessica’s POV
Just when I thought I wouldn't falter further, he went on and proved me wrong.
I swallowed with difficulty as I processed his words, completely dumbfounded at his straightforwardness.
After I forcefully pulled my hand from his grasp, I kicked the floor to push the swivel chair away from him. Laughing him off guard by my action, his hold on the chair loosened, successfully setting me free.
With me still on the chair and rolled close to the door, I stood up with dominance as if nothing had happened and replied with as much indifference as possible, “Well, don’t. I don’t need distractions right now.”
“Maybe. But sometimes, distractions are what keep us sane.” Not seeing my answer as a sign to back off, he kept his teasing grin and strolled toward me like a predator trapping
