CHAPTER 8

Audrey's POV

He looked up at me the next second and a frown appeared on his face, darkening the mood of the room instantly.

“What is that?!“ He barked.

The electricity in the room sizzled at the same moment, sending a lighting zap down my back. It rode on the pole of my spine to the cold nip of my neck. He is staring between the tray in my hand and up at my face. He looked expectant, like he was expecting me to say something when my tongue trembled like an excited dog—and I was excited. My heart rate was slowly climbing up the chat. It ran through my mind that if this was a wrong move, I was probably knee-deep into the fuck up to say anything to save myself from whatever wrath was cooking behind his dark eyes.

“Woman, are you deaf?!!” He drew scary close, scary fast. It was cold in the room some minutes ago. Now it felt like a play in the set that was a grave, and the floor had been dug for me to fall through at due time.

I needed to speak up. If I didn't, I would be struck. I rec