Chapter Nineteen

Rising from my chair, I returned the receiver to its cradle and headed toward Caleb's office.

The open office layout did nothing to protect me from the curious eyes of my coworkers following my every action.

Though I could feel their stares on me, I didn't give a damn.

It wasn't like there was anything going on between us anyway.

As I got to his office door, I paused, took in a deep breath to calm myself before knocking.

"Come in," He answered, his deep voice echoed from within.

As I turned the knob and pulled it open, I felt my palm quivering and heard a slight but obvious squeak.

The familiar scent of polished wood and his subdued cologne hit me as soon as I came inside.

Caleb stood behind his desk, deep in work on some documents, his brow furrowed.

His head snapped up, his gaze sharp but calm and too damn penetrating.

“Close the door,” he ordered, not breaking eye contact.

I obeyed, the soft click of the door closing behind me sounding final, like a judge’s gavel.

I tried to