I heard him clearly as it was him I was looking at in the flesh. He had that impassive look on his face, his mortal screamed dominance. He was still staring at me intently since I hadn’t made a move yet, still weighing what he had just ordered me to do.
Turning, I did what I was told and let go of the air that I was holding the moment I walked in.
Nervously, I swallowed the lump in my throat before I reached for the fastener.
The sound of the lock clicking echoed through the silence of the room. My heart was thumping. Why was I so nervous? I didn’t do anything. Right, I didn’t. So, with my newly found confidence, I steadily walked to him, stood in front of him, but maintained a good two-meter distance, and intertwined my hands behind me. Eyes on his shoes.
Sexy shoes, by the way.
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