The click of the restroom lock echoed in the quiet, carpeted hallway.
Bentley had stepped out first, adjusting his cuffs with nonchalance like he hadn’t just been gulping and slobbering a woman against a marble vanity.
He paused for a fraction of a second, casting a lingering glance back toward the door before turning the corner toward the executive wing.
Madison took fifteen seconds. She counted them—one, two, three—forcing the air to settle in her lungs.
She checked her reflection.
Her eyes were slightly rimmed with pink, but the steel was back in her gaze.
She smoothed the fabric of her skirt, tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and stepped out.
She didn't get five feet before she hit a wall of expensive perfume and sharp edges.
Thud.
"Look what the cat dragged in," a voice pur
