Carmella's jaws dropped at his question and she simply gaped at him.

"I take it that you don't like me," he said, quietly.

Carmella came to her senses, "I didn't say that," she admitted, her cheeks coloring brightly. He quirked his eyebrows up at her, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"You like me then?" He asked with curiosity.

"I-I, I'm out of here. Why don't you get ready sir?" She asked trying to avoid his question.

"I will first answer me," he insisted, catching hold of her wrist again. Carmella groaned at the torture.

"You will fire me if I tell you the truth," she mumbled and he laughed out...