Feeding the Predator

Darius

“Mr. Darius, would you like to have lunch with me?”

For a moment, I wondered if I’d misheard her.

Lunch?

My eyes lifted from the document in front of me, locking on her as she stood there. She wouldn’t even look at me, her gaze darted anywhere else in the room but mine. Her fingers gripped the bag a little too tightly, her shoulders tense, her lips parting nervously before her tongue brush