Crashing into an Old Flame

Maxim took a step towards her and lowered his body to her height.

Diana’s back unconsciously pressed against the door to the Director’s room when he placed his hands on either side of her body on the door.

’’I don’t make empty threats, Diana,’’ he spoke in the shell of her ear, probably so that nobody could eavesdrop on them.

But Diana’s toes squirmed in her heels like they were prawns tossed on a frying pan.

He pulled back, ’’You want to socialize here or be carried inside?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

Diana bit the inside of her cheeks, ’’Lead the way,’’ she said so arrogantly and stormed off as if she owned the whole hospital.

It was the only thing she could pull off to hide her embarrassment. Act like a bitch. She did not know a more effective method.

But her bitchy antics failed when she remembered that he was the one who was supposed to ’lead the way’ because apparently, she had no idea where his office was.

Her footsteps slowed down and the snarky expressions on her face turned into awkwardness as she turned around to look at the man who had yet to take a step away from the Director’s office.

The corner of his lips tugged up ever so slightly that one could have missed it. He walked past her, waving his finger in a come-hither motion, ’’Follow me.’’

And Diana could feel the smugness oozing from the back of his head as she followed him while burning a hole in the back of his head.