Mia
His fiancée was here. Owen’s words hit hard, my heart slamming as I scrambled off his desk, yanking my skirt down.
I looked a mess, my panties lost, my body still tingling. I grabbed my blouse, panic clawing at me.
“Owen, what the hell?” I hissed. “Your fiancée’s here?”
“Stay calm,” he said, zipping his pants, his face tight. “We’re leaving.”
“Leaving?” I snapped, grabbing my bag. “She’s probably right outside!”
“Exactly." He caught my wrist. “Back exit. Now.”
I wanted to argue, to demand answers, but the sound of heels approaching shut me up. I followed Owen through a side door to the back stairs. We hit the parking garage, and he pulled me toward his black car.
“Get in,” he said, opening the passenger door.
“This is insane,” I muttered.
He jumped into the driver’s seat an
