Chapter 15

Tristan's POV

I walk outside and head to the small cubicle next to mine, I know she's in there, if I call her over to my office, she might look for an excuse and not come.

I stop in front of her office and open the door, she's tapping away on her computer but raises her head when the door opens

She locks eyes with mine and tenses before trying to compose herself, I walk into the office with my hands in my pocket.

Even standing here I'm still wondering why she left again, why she keeps doing that whenever we get intimate in any way.

I stand in front of her desk and she stops typing and look up at me, she doesn't maintain eye contact, but I'm watching her closely, to see any hint of regret because of what happened but all I see is her acting ignorant to it

"Do you need something sir"? She asks me and I just stare at her, I'm not even sure what to ask her at this point.

"Tristan" I blurt out and she scrunches her brows in confusion "Call me Tristan, that's my name" I tell her, she's nev