Threat-1

[AVA]

As I close the door of the restroom and lean against it, panic begins to consume me.

What the hell just happened?

Did he really...

No. It can't be true. It must have all been in my imagination.

But what other explanation could there be? He was standing too close—close enough that I could feel his breath on my face, taste the scent of his strong cologne. His fingers beneath my chin left a burning sensation, and his gaze...it felt like he was piercing into my soul.

I take a deep breath, attempting to steady my racing heart, and approach the sink to splash water on my face.

I need to rid my mind of this absurd notion. Whatever I felt when he pinned me against the door, it can't be what my mind is telling me. It must have been a misunderstanding. It has to be. There's no way he intended any of that to happen. And the way he so rudely threw me out of his office is clear evidence of that.

But I'm burning up right now. Not just my face, but my entire body feels like it's on fir