The office looked different in daylight. Bright. Open. The walls of glass let in sunlight that stretched across the polished floors like golden ribbons. It should have felt safe. Normal.
But the moment she stepped out of the elevator, she felt him.
Damon.
He wasn’t just her boss. He wasn’t just her father’s best friend. He was a storm wrapped in a tailored suit, and she still felt the imprint of his hands on her skin from last night. Her body burned with the memory of his voice whispering against her ear.
She’d spent the entire morning convincing herself it had been a mistake. A lapse. A heat that would dissolve under the cold light of day. But when she saw him through the glass wall of his office, leaning against his desk in a dark suit, something inside her tightened.
He didn’t even
