~ Anyssa's Pov ~
“Isn't it obvious?” he asked, unbothered.
“At least put on a shirt. Have you ever wondered what it would look like if one of your employees walked in on you like this?”
“I’m talking to one right now.” Oh my God! I can't with this man. I should just leave. Get a glass of water and leave. I strode to the fridge, took out a bottle of water, poured it into a glass, and turned around, about to leave.
“Stop.” I paused in my tracks, turning my face toward him.
“What?” He placed his mug on the kitchen counter and strode toward me.
“Why are you so worked up about me putting on a shirt, Nyssa?”
He walked close - too close, and pushed me back against the wall. Our bodies were touching, and I didn't like it one bit.
“I-I'm concerned about anyone who would walk in on you looki
