Darius's POV
I walked back to my chair, feeling the lingering heat of her body against mine. Even now, her scent clung to my skin—wild honey, mint and something darker, richer, and even intoxicating.
"You can leave now," I said, settling into my seat and gesturing to the door. "Unless there's something else you need?"
The look on her face was worth every second of restraint. Confusion. Frustration. And beneath it all, that undeniable hunger she was trying so desperately to hide.
Clara looked like she wanted to slap herself. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she scrambled to gather the folder she'd dropped, fumbling with papers that had spilled across the floor.
"I was just delivering these," she muttered, not meeting my eyes as she shoved the documents onto my desk. "From Kira."
"Conside
