Chapter 12. Dressing up for Her

Carmella’s jaws dropped at his question, and she simply gaped at him. 

“Your silence says you don’t like me.” Carmella came to her senses. 

“I didn’t say that,” she admitted, her cheeks coloring brightly. He quirked his eyebrows up at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

“Oh, do you like me then?” 

“I-I, umm. Why don’t you get ready, sir?” 

“I will after you answer me,” he insisted, grabbing her wrist again to stop her from fleeing. Carmella groaned at the torture. 

“You will fire me if I tell you the truth,” she mumbled, and he chuckled. 

“Believe me, I won’t,” he said, not releasing her. 

“Ok, I don’t like you professionally when you yell at me but personally when you smile a lot, I could like you if I get to know you better,” she said, and he released her. Her honest response shocked him, and he just gaped at her. Scared out of her wits, Carmella rushed towards his door. 

“I’ve