Celeste
The door clicked shut sealing me in the quiet sunlit offfice with him, he stood by the window, his back to me for a moment longer before he turned.
The look on his face wasn't just angry It was something darker, more possessive.
It stole the air from my lungs.
And made me bite back a smile.
He didn't move from his spot but his stared was hard on me and his hands clenched at his sides.
"I thought I made myself perfectly clear last night," he said, his voice a low, controlled rumble that vibrated through the silent office. "I thought you understood the terms of your employment. The terms of your... situation."
I swallowed, my mouth dry. "What terms?"
"The terms that state you belong here," he said taking one slow deliberate step toward me. "That you answer to me and that a
