Mia
I couldn’t focus all day.
Every time I looked at Owen, I saw his hands on me, his mouth on mine, the way he made me moan like I belonged to him. And then I heard Ann’s voice again, her words playing in my head like a bad dream.
Engaged. To a billionaire heiress.
I wanted to scream.
Instead, I kept my head down, worked through the meetings, and avoided his eyes. I knew he noticed. Of course he noticed.
At 6:45 p.m., I was the last one left on the floor, gathering my things and ready to bolt.
“Mia.” His voice came from behind me, low and steady.
I didn’t turn. “I’m heading out.”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“I’ve been working," I shot back, pissed.
He moved closer. “That’s not what I asked.”
I turned, finally looking at him. “Why don’t you ask your fiancée what’s going on inste
