But after a year of playing it safe and getting nowhere, a little danger suddenly felt… thrilling.
I closed my eyes, the smell of expensive cologne still lingering faintly in my memory. Ten toes. I’d try. But something told me, with Noah Oliver, my heart might just try to walk on its own and I was willing to go all the way.
It was the third day since I’d stumbled into this bizarre, high-pressure job, and I felt like a wire stretched taut, about to snap.
For seventy-two hours, Noah Oliver had done nothing but pile on the work. I was existing on four hours of sleep and lukewarm coffee. He demanded three drafts of every email, asked me to reschedule his entire week's worth of meetings at 7 PM last night, and somehow managed to make filing seem like an act of espionage.
My patience wasn't
