Layla couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that someone was watching her. Heat formed in the middle of her spine and radiated outward, warming her entire back. She kept stacking and organizing her boss's mail and the papers scattered across his desk. A gold fountain pen slipped from her grasp, threatening to roll off the desk. She bent over the desk quickly, just in time to grab it in mid-air. The heat from her back licked up her neck and wrapped around her neck. Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped. She brought her hand up to where she felt the heat, standing quickly. She turned, scanning the room. She could've sworn there were eyes on her. She struggled to calm the gasps, her skin covered in goosebumps, and the heat moving to her center. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper. "What the hell is going on with me?"