Chapter 4. Damien Heron (2)

CHERYL

As I walked towards his office, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Despite having worked with Damien for three years, he still had a way of making me feel like a newbie. Especially moments when he was like this. I took a deep breath before knocking twice on his door.

“Enter,” his gruff voice boomed from the other side.

I opened the door and stepped inside. The room was immaculate as always, with everything neatly organized on his desk. Damien sat behind his desk, his face stern and unyielding. He didn't acknowledge me as I walked in. 

I cleared my throat. “You called for me, Mr. Heron?”

My gaze fell on him and And oh my God! My heart does this flip–flop thing that made me catch my breath... So a quick question, is it possible for a grumpy and irate man to be undeniably sexy on a hot, sunny afternoon.

Damien was dressed in a charcoal Italian suit with a snowy–white shirt open at the collar. The absence of a tie drew my gaze to the strong