Confrontation

I combed my fingers through my hair and smoothed a hand down my top. I let out a deep exhale and raised my fist to knock on the door. I paused and bit my lip pondering if I should just drop it and turn around. But then I decided against it and knocked three times on the door.

“Come in,” A dart of nervousness ran though my body when I heard the deep rumble of his voice. I momentarily fiddled with the velvet box before grabbing the knob and spinning it open.

Silence greeted me as I opened the door and stepped in. He glanced up from his laptop to look at me. My nerves pulled tense. Meeting his eyes is one of the most dangerous challenges I have taken.

Whereas I was sure my face was wearing a comical expression, he was all calm and composed, even looked bored as he waited for me to speak. When he arched up his one brow, I realised I was staring at him for far too long. I immediately looked away from him and cleared my throat. Very awkwardly, under his unnerving gaze I lifted the dress