Page 50 of Enemies Off Camera
Wow.
Hischestis a work of art.
“Good.” The word comes out too fast. Too bright.
His calm only amplifies my jitteriness.
“I’m looking for the office so I can start work. Anita didn’t show me.”
God, I actually feel a little upset about that.
He studies me. And the longer he does, the more intense the tingling in my chest.
“What?” I snap, suddenly defensive. “Say what you’re thinking already.”
He doesn’t blink. “Is this how you’re going to work?”
I frown, glancing down at my outfit, tugging at my ponytail—defensive and embarrassed. “What do you mean?”
He laughs softly. “Not your appearance. You look…”
He pauses, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“I mean your energy.”
I straighten like a soldier, trying to give offsomethingmore impressive. More… together.
“My energy?”
He pats the floor beside him.
“Come sit. Let me show you something.”
Smashing my hands onto my waist, I hesitate. It’ssohard to make myself sit beside Jaxon and do nothing.
I’m in work mode. I’m inchasing-my-futuremode.
“Come on,” he urges again.
I sigh hard—surrendering to the inner struggle—and walk over, settling beside him.
“You know, usually?—”
“Shhh…” he says gently. “Close your eyes. Feel the stillness.”
My mouth stays stuck open. I want to tell him Igetwhat he’s trying to do. I’vetriedthis before. It never worked.
Powering ahead is what worked. Staying busy.
“I have a meeting at nine,” I manage to say.
“This won’t take long, Zara. You’ll see—it’ll help.”
He places a hand lightly on the small of my back. His voice is soft, coaxing.
“Go ahead. Trust me. Close your eyes.”
With a deep sigh, I do it. The sooner this is over, the better.
