It was a peaceful afternoon. The blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze. Specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the library window--
Scratched that.
It was an awful afternoon.
He had been screamed at in front of everyone by his client, Lady Clement. Why though? For what reason?
He honestly didn't know. It happened so suddenly during the class. While he was daydreaming, maybe sleeping with the professor's lectures as background music, which for some reason sounded like slow jazz to him, Lady Clement unexpectedly stalked up towards him.
He couldn't fully register what was said as the domineering pheromones enveloped him. It pressed him down and made him hard to breathe. It felt like someone had shoved their hand inside his chest and squeezed his lungs out.
