Avery
My fingers curled on my lap as his ocean blue eyes held mine, a glint of seriousness in their depth. My throat went dry, heat crept to my cheeks as I wondered what he met by “other ways”.
The click of the car door opening, sliced through the thick tension between us. Roman's assistant slid into the front passenger seat. I let out a short soft breath as his gaze tore away from me.
“The store has been locked, Boss,” His assistant said, tone flat and dutiful.
“Good,” Roman muttered. “Let's head home.”
The driver nodded, pressing the vehicle's butt and the engine came to life.
My gaze drifted outside the window, words pressed on my lips but I didn't know how to bring it up when he seemed to have made up his mind about sealing the store.
I gazed at him quietly from
