I quickly turn at the sound of someone calling my name, still holding the mace in my hand. I was surprised to see Mr. Reigns pulling up in his black SUV next to my little blue Honda civic. As he got out the car, I could feel my heart sound like a drum being played by Travis Barker.

"Ye…yes sir?" I stuttered grabbing the strap of my purse tightly, slightly stepping back.

"You forgot this in my office," he said handing me my tablet,

"Oh thank you sir, it must've slipped my mind." I chuckled, taking it from his hand, careful to not brush his hand on mine again. "But you didn't have to do this; I could've waited until tomorrow." I shrugged.

"No problem, I did want to ask you something else as well." He said gazing down at me,

"Um…yes sir, anything." 'Anything you beautiful creature,'

"Where did you find that background?" he said glancing at the tablet in my hands, before gazing back into my eyes.

I could feel my face heat up in a blush, 'He noticed the picture? Oh dear God,' I thought panicking biting my bottom lip. "Th…the background, sir?" I asked,

"On your tablet, may I?" he asked taking it from my hands that involuntarily held it up to him.

"This" he said deeply standing beside me, showing my tablet background when it's locked.

He was standing so close I could feel his body heat, it felt so right to be by his side and it didn't help that his cologne was giving me a sexual buzz. He smelt so good; I completely forgot what he had asked me.

"Arissa?" he asked, turning towards me.

I could feel his breath on my ear, making my toes curl and my back slightly arch.

'This man could make me faint with just a word, he doesn't even know what his voice can do to me' I thought, before snapping out of my daze,

"Um...yes sir. The background?" I asked again, looking at the screen that was staring back at me.

It was a picture of my latest work; that was a stressful day. I could tell because of the stroke pattern on the canvas as well as my color choice.

"Oh I did that" I replied, placing my hand on the other side of the tablet.

"You did that? How?" he asked, removing his hand to place it in his pocket.

"I…I paint. It's nothing really," I shrugged, glancing at the concrete of the parking lot then back to his eyes.

For a brief moment, I thought I saw something inside them. Whatever it was I would never know since I couldn't gaze into those storm cloud eyes for long unless I wanted my knees to collapse underneath me.

"An artist?" he asked, sounding intrigued as he raised an eyebrow.

"I actually do it on my spare time, it's nothing. This isn't even my best work," I said, lightly insulting my own work. It was true; I knew I could do better.

"If you want my opinion," he said smirking down at me, "It's beautiful,"

"Oh, um…" I nervously cleared my dry throat, "Thank you sir" I said feeling giddy, raising my slipping glasses back up my nose. "Um….thank you again for returning my tablet and complimenting my painting, b…but I…I should be going." I said stepping back towards my car,

"Right," he nodded, "good night Arissa" he said walking back to his car.

"Good night Mr. Reigns" I sighed, getting into my own.