C4 What was going on with me?

I detested that she had questioned me when I was already having trouble focusing. His gaze intensified on mine, sending a tingle across my entire body. All the ideas left my mind. Shit. What was going on with me? I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I cocked my head up. He certainly prefers to await joy. I stood up from my chair and proclaimed, "She'll get better quickly and return in no time. My long legs stood awkwardly, wobbling. While I could still feel the carpet beneath my feet, I had to get away.

She gave him a smirk. "Sit!" she ordered.

I didn't want to humiliate Joy's customer or Rosalyn. I sat down even though I couldn't compete with him and tried to avoid looking at the statuesque monster sitting next to me.

Rosalyn suggested, "Why don't I go and you two can get to know each other?" She patted Mr. Clifford's hand as she turned to face him. Please let me know if you think Victoria would be a suitable fit for the position.

My chest suddenly clenched with fear. Don't leave me and him in here by ourselves, please.

The pause widened the distance between us.

His eyes pierced mine, and a small amount of sweat appeared above my upper lip.

He said, "I don't bite. The answer is, "Not unless you want me to."

My nerve endings became aroused as I imagined his lips on my body. The thought of his biting my neck caused tears to pour from my mouth. My thighs were squeezed together. Victoria, don't play games with your customers. To ensure that I wouldn't forget, I repeatedly repeated the warning in my head like a mantra. I consciously chose not to let his passionate gaze impact me.

Rosalyn entered the room again, clutching a manila folder in her hand, before either of us had a chance to speak. After letting my shoulders down, I quickly excused myself to use the restroom.

Whoever he was, he was a powerful and dangerous guy. He exuded power, which terrified the living daylights out of me. His eyes drew me in like there was a charged magnetic force behind them, which worried me even more. I felt his intensity flood through me and seize my entire being.

I shut myself in the first cubicle in the ladies' restroom, which had a strong French perfume aroma. My face was buried in my hands, but no tears flowed. It resembled a nervous thrill more.

This needed to end. I'll let Rosalyn know I need a replacement. Someone hot but not quite as powerful and dominant

No. I can handle this. As I went back to the meeting room, I recited the phrase. I will attend the date. I'll keep my attention on the goal. the cash. I'm doing this for that reason. For the cashola, that is. I looked at my legs closely and wanted to yell at them to stop swaying.

My head hit a firm chest on top of it. I stumbled back after springing off. Oh no. He was there. I slipped and caught myself on the water cooler after losing my balance.

Suddenly, powerful arms encircled me, stopping my fall.

A line appeared between Mr. Clifford's sky-blue eyes as he fixed his gaze on me. "Are you okay?" His voice came out of his huge chest with a primordial, deep tone.

I nodded, brushed off the confusion in my thoughts, then fell again like a fool. He raised me by grabbing my wrist. Again. I recovered control of myself by forcing the most elegant smile I could muster on my lips. I lifted my chin and muttered, "Thank you. I struggled to keep a growing limp under control as I stumbled down the corridor.

He responded with amusement, "You're welcome." Are you certain you're okay?"

What was it about this man that caused me to become unaware of my surroundings?

You don't seem to be stable. Perhaps you should sit down," he suggested.

"No, no, truly, there's no need. I'm doing fine. Mr. Clifford, I appreciate your concern. Whenever I'm supposed to see you, I will.

He cocked his head to the side and pursed his wet lips. Aren't you curious about our arrangement?

I forced a swallow while attempting to keep the tingling heat from spreading to my face and neck. "I am, yes. I'm sorry; for a brief period, I went crazy. I'll just enter and say goodbye to Rosalyn.

He took in my gaze via his. "Done and dusted. At seven, my driver will take you up.

Strychnine-like heat raced through my veins. Had he actually approved of me? How could he? Yes, I would have replied, but I would have preferred to have had a say in the matter. I made my way to Joy's house on wheels and entered her flat without knocking. "Why didn't you tell me that it was him?"

She followed me into the living room while sporting a shocked expression. "Who?"

I lost it and fell on the sofa. I am "Steve Clifford."

Her eyes grew large. The question, "Steve Clifford?"

"Oh, do you know who he is?"

She cocked her head to the side and squinted one eye. "Sure, that. Who hasn't heard of him?

"Me. I don't care about any of that celebrity nonsense. On the drive here, I Googled him to learn more. I was bothered by the fact that she hadn't yet responded to my query. "Why didn't you tell me that it was him?"