I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear, or maybe throw up. Real sophisticated, Cleo. There was nothing sophisticated about the situation I'd found myself in. It was totally and utterly humiliating. I just had to remember it was more humiliating for Reece than for me. Maybe. For a moment I thought if I simply stood there, squashed between the shelves, not moving, he would think he'd imagined my presence and leave. But he didn't. He switched on the light. I blinked at the sudden brightness and shrank even further back. When my eyes had adjusted, I dared to look into the face of Reece Kavanagh to gauge his reaction to the weird situation. Bad move. He wasn't smiling, and dark shadows lurked in those soulless eyes. His brows crashed together and he crossed his arms over his chest. His jacket and tie lay on a shelf nearby and his muscles bulged inside his shirt. The man's physique was as impressive and intimidating as his expression. He stood between me and the door, an impenetrable, immovable wall of pure steel.
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