AISHA
I QUICKLY LOOKED away. That was the easiest thing to do. Avoid Spencer’s gaze and I wouldn’t be compelled to answer his question.
Nobody could be around the office. That’s what I saw when I roamed my eyes in the surroundings. That was the first thing I did, fearing anybody would see us and suspect.
But Spencer seemed not to care. He remained holding my wrist, preventing me from walking away.
“Mr. Feignor,” I mumbled. The anger in my voice had been noticeable.
“Why did you leave? Did I do something wrong? We were good last night… how come you just left in the morning?”
This time, I couldn’t help but shoot him a glare. “Let’s separate that from our work, will you? What if somebody hears you and thinks the worst?!” I toned down my voice. Saying that as anger surges in your veins…
