Chapter seven

Emma raised her gaze and saw a figure at the door. She had put off the light earlier before settling by the computer to finish up her work. Not want to see the bad side of her CRUSH. The figure stood there staring at her as if she had something on her face. Emma shivered as anxiety roam on her pretty face. She wanted to stand on her feet but her leg cells seems dead.

"do I look that scary?" he said matching his muscular body to her side. Emma shivered more by the tone of his voice and how he was gazing at her. He sounded strict and annoying to her hearing.

Why would he be asking such when he knows the excuse? isn't the answer striking?

" Are you this desperate? or perhaps hardworking?" his manly voice rang in her ears but she didn't know why he would be throwing such harsh questions to her face. Who does he think he is? she thought to herself. She was still staring at the man's every move. He didn't look familiar to her in any way. And talking of it more, why would he s