Naturally, my first instinct is to turn around and walk out of the room.
However, I don't want to be dramatic. This is my office, so if anyone has to leave then it's him.
I try to avoid him altogether as I sit on my swivel chair. My heartbeat is fifty shades of skyrocketing, and my hands are slightly shaking.
I hate that he makes me feel this way. I hate feeling so vulnerable; being at someone else's mercy. I hate giving anyone the power to determine my moods.
But then it's too late. I'm already attached to him. The only favour I can do to myself is use my head in place of my heart.
I hold my breath when I hear his footsteps behind me as I boot the computer. He casually leans against my desk and crosses his arms over his chest.
Calm down, Cami!
"You're nervous." He points out t
