CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

His eyes hardened at my statement. I looked away from his peering eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"This isn't appropriate for a work environment. People will talk." I said, all of a sudden finding the brown carpet in the room interesting. Completely sidelining my earlier thoughts.

"You think I give a rat's ass about what other people think?" He grabbed my jaw to look directly into my eyes.

There was a softness in them that I wasn't expecting and I found it hard to believe most times that someone practically hewn from granite had the ability to look soft sometimes.

"Is this about them?" My eyes closed in pain as I moved back from his body and sat on my bed, bath-robed and all. I pondered for a long time if I should tell him.

I felt all kinds of things when I was with him, I also trusted him so, why did it feel like I was standing in naked in front of him, instead of dressed in a robe?

I was laying bare my insecurities before this man that I harboured insanely deep feelings for, of course I