JADE

I sat across Saint in the dining room, feeling his eyes on me with each awkward second that passed by. 

"It's fine, Saint," I told him again, still looking down at my fingers and picking at my cuticles. 

I heard him take a deep breath. 

"Is there something you want? Anything?" He asked and I looked up to meet his eyes. 

"Yes," I replied which made him cock a brow at me and lean back into his seat. 

"What's that?" 

"Let me keep working at ...