CHERYL POV
I settled down in the visitor's chair and neatly folded my hands in my lap, waiting for his Majesty to finally address me.
But the moment he raised his head, I am completely caught off guard when his gaze locked with mine.
I swallowed uneasily as I began to perspire profusely. How can one man's gaze be so intensely probing?
I resisted the urge to fan my face and immediately averted my eyes.
"So what's your answer," he said.
I blinked. My thoughts jumbling and entangling together so fast that I couldn't almost process anything at the moment.
"What?" I squeaked breathily, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
For f**k's sake, Cheryl. Be professional.
His eyes flickered across my face and one of his perfectly sculpted brows went up. "Are you alright,
