Chapter 14. An Omen

DAMIEN

I have read Cheryl's email over and all over again that I can't even remember how many times I've read it.

It was quite obvious that the email was not meant for my eyes… but, damn, that email just made my day.

I should be placing a call to my HR to fire her or even contact my legal team to sue her for defamation, but no, my mind is solely fixated on the fact Cheryl finds me attractive, for fuck's sake, she even wondered if I am ‘fit’.

I shook my head to get rid of the ridiculous thoughts. Office romance was something I vowed never to do. 

A low tentative knock sounded on my door before it was pushed open and Cheryl stepped inside.

Well, well, well… I settled back more comfortably in my chair and studied her. Today she was dressed in a loose-fitting business suit, her honey-colored hair scooped up in her signature, tight ponytail, and her glasses were balanced on the rim of her nose.

I dragged my gaze back to her face and I was sh