Samantha's POV
The way Derek was looking at me made it hard for me to look elsewhere. Like a tractor beam, his gaze held my own in place. His eyes were expectant, although I had the feeling that he was going to go ahead and help me no matter the answer I gave. Judging from his unwavering gaze, I could tell that he was the type of person that was used to having the world in his hands.
“Uh, yeah,” I said finally, sounding unsure. That came as a surprise to me because from the moment he asked the question, every organ in my body started acting out, screaming for me to give in immediately. “Yes, you're welcome to help me.” I said it firmer this time.
“I was afraid you were going to say no,” he said, stepping closer until he was standing behind me. The heat radiating from his body was an i
