Chapter 8. Emma

Blake’s POV

My whole body froze at the sound of the voice. How did I get so close to this boy-man?

I detached myself as quickly as possible from the situation.

Kyle, one of my bodyguards, looked between the two of us.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and anger.

Kyle recovered from the awkward situation first. “Morning, Miss Blake.”

I managed to find my voice back. “Morning, Kyle.”

“Are you ready, ma’am?”

“Yes… yes. I’ll join you in a second,” I said, stretching my handbag and documents to him.

As soon as Kyle was out of eyesight, the idiot chuckled.

I was flaring with anger. “What’s funny?”

“Chill, you don’t have to be so stuck up.”

Where the hell did Robert get this madman from?

I gave Liam Foster a piece of my mind and a strict warning about respecting boundaries, especially those of his boss.

Not that I think he understood a thing.

But at least he behaved himself during the ride fr