Eric's POV:
Cheryl pressed her lips together, a bit nervous, and asked, "Did you help with the competition shortlist?"
I walked back to my desk, sat down, and motioned for her to come over. "Come here."
She stopped about three feet away, hesitating, her eyes bright but uncertain. In a soft voice, she asked, "How did you do it?"
The admiration in her gaze stroked my ego in the best way. I patted my lap, signaling for her to sit down. Although she pressed her lips into a tight line and stayed frozen in place, her eyes betrayed a glimmer of anticipation. After what seemed like an internal battle, she finally stepped forward slowly, meeting my gaze. As soon as she got close, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my lap.
She let out a surprised yelp, quickly covering her mouth with her han
