CHERYL POV
I gulped down my wine hoping to drown out my nervousness. It was just as if a switch had been flipped somewhere, what had initially seemed like an incredibly perfect evening was gone, and in its place was something that made me want to tear at my hair and cuss The Asshole out.
Brandon reached out and touched a loose tendril of my hair which had been stylishly packed earlier tonight back at the female's restroom at the company.
"You're an incredibly beautiful woman, Cheryl," he husked as he brushed a finger down my cheek.
I gulped down nothing as dread pooled in my stomach. I should be excited that we are making progress, right? Then, why the f**k am I suddenly dreading it.
My hands twitched with the need to shove through my hair in agitation, all to quell my rio
