“You know you deserve this, right?” Jas shouted over the noise. “Top firm in the city. Full-time. Salary. Benefits.”
The music played too loudly, the drinks were too strong, and I hadn’t stopped smiling since my second shot of tequila.
“I know,” I laughed. “I’m still waiting for someone to pinch me.”
“You’re officially a corporate girlie now,” Zoe said, handing me another drink. “No more broke girl dinners.”
They dragged me back to the dance floor, and I let them. I had spent the past six months in a constant state of burnout. Now, I had the job. And for one night, I wanted to forget about what came next.
That’s when I saw him.
He was standing at the bar, tall, broad shoulders under a black shirt rolled at the sleeves, sipping from a glass like he owned the whole damn place. His eyes
