Cecilia
I stumbled back to my office like a soldier returning from battle, tripping over my own heels on the carpet and practically collapsing into my chair.
My brain short-circuited, stuck on a loop of Beta Sawyer’s voice: “Liam loaded the Alpha’s breakfast with every kind of... male enhancement imaginable.”
So Liam knew. Of course he knew.
I leaned back in my chair with the posture of someone who'd already accepted their funeral arrangements.
Death by mortification was imminent.
I'd been playing dead for about fifteen minutes when a knock sounded at my door.
Pulling myself together, I straightened my blouse and cleared my throat. "Come in."
I figured it was Beta Sawyer.
Or maybe one of the assistants with a new stack of reports.
But it wasn’t.
It was Se
