"Get up," he stressed, raising his brows, and she stood up, gulping. She took a few steps back to create a safe distance between them and looked down. She was low-key afraid, which he could deduce by how tightly she was fisting her shirt and covering her chest as well.

He strolled towards his chair and grabbed his coat, which was hung on the back of it. He picked it up and walked towards her before moving behind her. As soon as he approached her back, she turned herself around, aware that the ...