I nervously look at Mr. Peters, wondering where is the party and why I am being led alone to this man. But before I can ask him, Mr. Peters is gone and has already left, quietly closing the door behind him.
To describe my feelings as a total wreck of nervousness is a mild word.
Across the huge elegant suite, the CEO is holding a glass of wine when he turns his head to gaze boldly at me. He has changed into a more manly black suit, his appearance makes him crazily attractive but I tried to suppress my ambivalent admiration.