I swallowed and kept calm. Despite my will, my heart raced. I wasn't sure why, but he broke his silence.
Slowly, he walked toward me around the desk.
When he approached, I reminded myself why I was there. I doubted it was sex.
This thought broke the strange spell he had cast on me, and for a moment I was free of his gravitational pull.
“You’re rude,” I said. “You want to marry me but haven't asked my advice. ”
My words only made him tighten his eyes. At the spot where most people stop and respect personal space, he took two more steps.
I could smell him as he loomed over me. Cool and calm, like ice, but with the rich tang of his skin. A man's odor.
Already racing, my heart sped up. Blood pressure rose. It was inches away. If my tits were bigger, I could've inhaled and brushed them on his chest.
I vaguely thought, This is not going well. Slippery. Other ideas emerged, like kiss him!