Chapter Eight

I’m in front of Ronald, standing here and seeming so foolish. He is aware of all my routines. Nothing has changed. He observed me constantly observing him. What should I do? After all, I came into a lovely man many years later who makes me want things for him. I became drenched thanks to him. I take a step back as he stands.

“Miss Rose, would you kindly clarify if you were merely staring at me when you were seated?”

Oh boy.

My cheek is warm. Hot? What is that sensation? Once more, early memories. He’s approaching and is now in front of me. Lethal green eyes with eerie dark eyelashes. Flat, hard chest with an ideal body form. When he speaks, his rigid jaw clenches. I have a nightmare about this.

“You’ve got a flush. Is this how you want to ensnare me once more in your foolish love?” When I looked up, I saw him.

“I’m your boss Miss. Rose, so tell me one thing: is your work already done?” I make a puppy-like headshake. He gives me the willies.

“What are you doing there, exactly?” On