C11 Chapter 11

Massaging my wrist I noticed Mr. Grumpy was so engrossed in signing the documents. Zoning out, I found myself staring at him. My stomach grumble startled me back to reality. Flushed, I looked up to find him staring at me with an almost amused smile. You can’t blame me—it is past my lunchtime. Suddenly, the table seemed fascinating, as I avoided his gaze.

“You can take a break.” He said