How in the world did I go from feeling intimidated by his gaze in the office to feeling intimidated by the closeness of our bodies?
“What?” was all I could say.
“Do I need to repeat that I want to go out with you?” he smirked.
Being so close to him and feeling his breath felt so good that it scared me. I'm not supposed to feel this way about my boss.
“What if I refuse?” I tried to keep my voice from sounding so nervous, though I think my attempts were in vain when I saw his smile widen.
How is it possible that his smile seems so beautiful to me when a few weeks ago he seemed like the most self-centered man for splashing me with that puddle?
I guess I should settle for the benefit of doubt this time.
He looked me straight in the eye for a few more seconds before removing the hands t
