Angeline’s POV
I’ve been laying groundwork with Thorne all week, since his little assistant hasn’t been in the office to interrupt us. However, all my efforts have been in vain because he’s barely acknowledging my attempts to flirt tonight.
The platonic conversation is dry and not at all what I wanted. I glance at Ivy, who nods encouragingly.
Reaching out, I lay my hand on Thorne’s thigh, like I used to do. Most men can’t resist the touch of a beautiful woman, but to my surprise, Thorne brushes my hand off.
“Thorne, do you remember when we went to the beach and ended up stuck in that little storm shack,” I laugh. “It’s one of my favorite memories of when we were together. Even though we couldn’t get back to our bed, the storm didn’t keep us from having a good time.”
I slide my hand
