Chapter 23. Mr. Creep Again?

CHERYL

I could feel him.

Feel his burning gaze boring holes into the side of my face. 

Damien Heron's gaze was that potent.

I had gone out of my way to make sure that I wouldn't cross paths with him today. I had forwarded all his pending important messages to his email, stole the opportunity when he was away on a meeting to sneak into his office, and dropped my weekly report on his table.

But I guess mother nature had other plans cause we are both currently sitting in the conference room courtesy of Mrs. Walter's—a very important client, insistence that I must be present for her meeting with Damien.

It probably had something to do with me being the best P.A in business history. It was her words, not mine.

Needless to say, Damien had spent half the time gazing steadily at me. And, mehn, if that wasn't nerve-wracking.

“So, Cheryl, which design do you think I should go with?” Mrs. Walters spoke up at the last moment and I looked up a