Emma

I scratch my neck. Frustration screeches through my skin.

I furrow my brows slightly as I try to remind him about his text.

Wouldn't it come off as desperate and needy? Throwing myself shamelessly at a man. Not just any man, but my stepfather.

I take a slow breath, trying to find the right words.

“Is there a problem?” His eyes boring into me, he pins me with his gaze.

“Uhm, no.”

“I expect you will open the file and read through it,” he says coolly and sits down.

I watch him open the laptop on the table and begin to read something that I can't even flash a...