What was he playing at, claiming she was his that way? Emily wondered but found no reasonable response. She snapped at him like she had never snapped at anyone. And his smirk only unnerved her even more.
She was about to just flee the room when she remembered how her attempt to ignore him went the first time she tried.
She was tempted to give in. But she couldn’t. A part of her realized that he had the power to break her or make her. And she just couldn’t risk it - him crushing her, him breaking her heart beyond repair - no matter how tempting he looked, not matter how mellow his voice was.
She’d have to endure this necessary pain. She’d have to endure his teasing and try not to be affected by it all. She desperately needed the job after all. In the small town she lived, there were
