Carsyn David's POV
Leo glared at me before letting go of my hand and whispered, "Don't do anything you shouldn't."
I rolled my eyes and mimicked, "My eyes are on you."
I hate Jayson and Leo for this. They treat me like I'm a fifth-grader. Why can't they just leave me alone? I'm an adult—way past my teenage years, thank you very much.
Before Leo could deliver another one of his so-called warnings, I smoothed my crop top and jeans and ran my fingers through my hair. He looked at me like he was completely done with my antics.
I giggled and teased, "Am I looking sexy?"
He twitched his mouth and mumbled something under his breath.
Finally, I stood in front of the devil's office. Oh, how I wished that nameplate read: Carsyn's Property. No One Allowed Inside.
My mind was a mess. My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it in my ears. There was a storm brewing inside me—nerves, excitement, dread—I couldn't even explain it. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down.
"Me and him. Alone. In a room. What are we even going to talk about?"
After a final deep breath, I knocked on the door.
"Come in," came the deep, smooth voice from inside.
That voice. It wasn't just the usual crush butterflies—I felt like I was being pulled into an entirely different world by him.
I pushed the door open, only to freeze in my tracks.
A beautiful, elegant woman stood there, setting up food on the side table. She was... stunning. My smile disappeared.
She was perfect. Too perfect. My heart dropped as envy crept into me. Was she his wife? She had to be. Why else would she be serving him? Definitely not a maid, mother, or sister—she didn't look like any of those.
Something inside me broke.
I tried to force a smile and managed to stammer, "Good morning, ma'am."
She returned a dazzling smile and nodded politely.
Then I turned to Mr. Finley and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Finley. I didn't realize it was your breakfast time. I'll come back later."
Before I could flee with my shattered heart, his voice stopped me. But this time, it wasn't smooth—it was a sharp prick.
"Miss David, I'm not the one having breakfast—it's my wife. You don't have to leave. Show me your problem, or you may not find me later."
Ouch. He couldn't even leave her alone for breakfast. What a love story.
I took a shaky breath, trying to hold back tears. I turned back, forcing a fake smile, and walked toward his desk.
As I opened my bag, embarrassment washed over me. I'd brought my physiology book instead of the anatomy one. Could this day get any worse?
"I brought the wrong book," I mumbled, keeping my head down.
I could feel his gaze burning into me. Please, please don't humiliate me in front of your wife, I begged silently.
But of course, this is Mr. Finley. He thrives on sarcasm.
"Miss David, you might've brought the right book if you weren't so busy playing with boys," he remarked dryly.
My head shot up, ready to retort, but before I could say anything, his wife interrupted.
"Andy, you're being hard on her," she said, her voice calm yet firm.
Wait. Did she just call him Andy?
My mind reeled. If she was calling him by a nickname, then he obviously loved her. No one could resist someone as beautiful as her.
To my surprise, Mr. Finley didn't fire back with another sarcastic remark. Instead, he asked about my topic.
Trying to focus, I quickly gave him one. While he explained, my heart was heavy. His voice was soft and patient with his wife.
"Rose, are you okay?" he asked her, concern lacing his tone.
It was too much. I knew then I had to stop myself. Otherwise, I'd only end up hurting more.
After he finished explaining, I turned to leave, determined never to step into his office again. But as I turned, everything went black. My world spun, and I felt myself falling.
Before I could hit the ground, I felt a strong hand on my waist, steadying me.
"Miss David," came his deep voice, filled with concern.
I caught a whiff of his calming, masculine scent before losing consciousness completely.