The first mistake was staying late at the office. The second was walking into his penthouse. The third was lying down on his bed.
Aria stood in the middle of his living room, still damp from the rain outside, her hair sticking to the sides of her neck. She hadn’t meant to end up here. She’d only come to drop off the signed contracts he’d demanded at the last minute. But when his driver insisted she wait inside because the rain wasn’t letting up, she’d found herself standing in the warm hush of his apartment, surrounded by the scent of him. Leather. Cedar. Power. It was everywhere. She tried not to look around, but it was impossible not to. Everything in this place was expensive. Clean lines. Dark colors. The kind of silence that made her chest tighten.
He wasn’t home. She told herself sh
