“Tell me, how much is he paying you to put up with me. Mmh?” Scarlett let out a controlled breath, wincing, panicking, feeling lost in those firm green eyes of hers. Her nails dug in the armrest. She couldn't move an inch and yet, escape was the last thing from her mind.
The glass door opened and Dana walked in at that moment. She stared at her boss, her own heart leaping in her chest, seeing the scene that was displayed before her. Cattleya sharply met her eyes, not hiding her displeasure. The two cups of coffee trembled on the tray she was holding and she stammered, "Oh! Sorry! I’ll come back later!”
“No need to. Leave the drinks here.” Cattleya firmly said. She released Scarlett’s throat slowly, crossed her arms over her chest and waited for her personal assistant to get done.
Dana
