Rosie's POV

I inched back slowly, trying not to trigger anything as I sought the counter's edge.

My voice was trapped as I wanted to shout but the sound stuck in my tight throat.

There's no aggression in his posture yet his intent radiates like a held breath.

I sensed calculations in his gaze like he'd planned this meeting.

He jumped down from the chair, crossed the baton over his neck, and then raised a brow at me.

"Stop making this hard, princess. I left some important documents aside just to ...