Zarina was taken aback, not expecting Draymond to appear suddenly. Her eyes fixated on his broad shoulders, wide as a wall and strong as iron. The manly scent of his perfume reached her nose as she stood close to the fabric of his suit. Glancing at her wrist, she noticed Draymond's big palm wrapped around it with a firm grip.
His touch felt warm and soft, like a gentle flame kissing her hand, sending a soothing warmth through her nerves. 'What is this feeling? I can't hear anything but my heartbeat,' she wondered inwardly.
"Si... sir? I did nothing, sir. She provoked me, right? She had provoked us?" Apple stammered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with terror. She looked at her co-workers at the front desk, seeking help, but they merely bowed their heads, playing innocent.
'Damn these people!' Apple screamed in her mind.