Let’s face it—that possibility came to a quick death when I told him I want him and he stared at me like I had bubbles blowing out of my ears. Besides, why would he care about me when he has this Emma sending him ridiculous love emojis?
“Miss Fox. Are you ready?”
I nearly jump out of my skin. Brienne. She’s nearly six feet tall and impossible to miss, yet I didn’t see her coming.
Shit. Please, please, please tell me they didn’t hear that.
“Sir.” Brienne nods to someone behind me.
Double shit.
I push away from the wall. I can’t look him in the eye. My gaze dances around his form standing at the edge of the hallway.
“I was just… thinking here for a second.” I need to stop talking. I’m only going to make it worse. “Let’s go,” I tell Brienne.
I follow her to the elevator, and I don’t look back.