Chapter 89. A Baby?

Melissa

I sucked in air and straightened my spine before turning around to face him. He was already on his feet with his brooding eyes trained on me.

His lips were pursed and his eyes darkened as he kept staring at me. "You don't have to leave." He said gently and I shrugged.

"Why shouldn't I? I've just been here for less than ten minutes and you're already talking down on me..." I paused to control my temper. There was no need for us to banter words when we could talk like mature adults.

He snapped his finger and Stefan scurried out of the office, leaving the both of us alone. The room immediately became charged, so tense that I nearly lost my composure.

I clutched onto my bag tightly, hoping that I wasn't the only one feeling the tension.

"I'm sorry, miss Rogers. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that," He strolled away from the protection of his table and crossed over to where I stood by the door. "But you are feisty and I like that."