“It has a computer, doesn’t it? And it’s where I get my work done. When I am not being bothered, that is.” She looked at him pointedly.
“Pretty sure this is the meeting room,” he said evenly.
“And I’m pretty sure you’re wrong.” She smiled at him sweetly and suddenly he was leaning in close again.
“You just admitted that you like me,“ he observed.
She rolled her eyes and looked away. She was painfully aware of his proximity. Her felt was close to ripping through her chest.
“Our definitely of ‘like’ varies,” she pointed out. Her voice wavered just a little and she didn’t dare to look at Brenden. She would die if he was smirking again. And she couldn’t keep surviving this sort of humiliation.
He thought about what she had said. “Maybe so. But it doesn’t matter. You have two days to deci
