Adea
Before I could cuss him out or possibly swing at him, Shane had turned from me and headed to his desk. I watched as he shuffled papers, closed books, and threw things into the trash. When he was done, he looked up, his eyes finding me for a second before he straightened his back and checked the table once more.
The sun was barely peeking up over the horizon and no longer lit up the room. The moon had started to rise and was almost in place. The lights in the corner of the room were dimly lit.
Shane walked around the table and came to where he’d left me standing by the window. He didn’t stop a safe distance away, he stopped barely a foot away from me as he intruded into my space.
His arm wrapped around my waist and I was pulled into his embrace. Shane didn’t say anything as he turned for the door. My eyes caught on the red leather love seat I first noticed when I first walked into his office.
“Why don’t you have any seating for guests?” I asked.
