The temperature in his office suddenly rises. His slender fingers traveled onto her nape that added the heat that Anna felt.

“Answer me.” It was not a request but a demand. His sharp eyes were interrogating her facial expression.

“I-I was just being f-friendly, and ----”

“Being clingy to an opposite sex isn’t a friendly manner,” he cuts her off. Making her gulped a hard stone that was stocked in her esophagus.

“I was gone for almost two years,” he said while his fingers were slightly pinching her waist. “Yet when I came back, you had already challenged my patience.”

“I-I----”

“Don’t talk. Let me.” They both felt a blazing...