The city lights bled through the glass walls of the penthouse. Rain tapped lightly against the windows, and everything smelled faintly of cedar and money. She stood in the living room, suitcase by her side, still trying to convince herself this was temporary.
A few days. That was what she had told herself. Just a few days until she found a new place.
She had not expected him to be the one offering.
He leaned against the doorway of the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand, still in his loosened tie and black dress shirt from the office. His hair was slightly mussed, as if he’d undone it with his own hands. He didn’t look like a man who was just her boss. He looked like the kind of danger people warned you about too late.
“Put your bag down,” he said.
She hesitated. “I really appre
