Rachel’s POV.
I walked downstairs after getting dressed.
“Miss Beaumont,” one of the maids calls out as I go downstairs.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Reid is in his home office; follow me, please,” she says, to which I nod.
I trail behind her like a lost puppy, my hands getting cold for some reason.
Darius isn’t supposed to have that much effect on me, but he does, and it sucks.
God!
As we got there, she ushered me in before walking away. Gulping a lump, I twist the doorknob, walking in.
He was sitting behind his desk, looking at some papers. He looked up at me with a frown on his face.
"Settle down," he ordered, motioning to the chair in front of his desk.
I folded my hands to my chest. “I am fine standing,” I protested.
He growls, “Please.”
I paused momentarily before taking the seat, feeli
