An Awkward Retreat and a Professional Advance

## Hazel's POV

I practically dove into the elevator, pressing myself against the back wall as if I could somehow disappear into it. My forehead throbbed where I'd bumped it on the elevator door in my hasty retreat from Sebastian.

"Hold the door please!" someone called.

The elevator filled quickly with weekend workers, creating a human barrier between me and any chance Sebastian might follow. I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

What just happened? Sebastian Sinclair had confessed that he liked me. And I had responded by running away and smacking my head like some slapstick comedy character.

My phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out to see Sebastian's name on the screen.

"Hazel, are you alright? Your forehead..."

I quickly tucked the phone away. I couldn't deal with this right now. He probably thought I was hopelessly infatuated with him—so flustered by his confession that I couldn't even walk straight. The thought made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.