I’m so engrossed in my new design proposal that I lose track of time. My heart beat faster when I receive a message from Pyke, telling me he’s on his way.
I stand up from my chair after closing the desktop, then I leave the room that serves as the office of the design team. I’ve never been excited about dinner with him until right now. The clicking of my shoes echoes in the entire showroom where I take the exit to the front door.
A gasp escapes my mouth when I almost bump into a broad chest. My hand instantly flies to my chest to steady my frantic heartbeat. I look up to the person in front of me.
My eyes widen. “Mr. Gray, my apology. I wasn’t looking at my way.” It comes out a squeal.
I move to my left to give him the way. He might go up to the second floor. His hazel eyes trace my fa
