Sadie’s POV
The morning sunlight poured through the office windows, but it offered no comfort. My heart was still pounding from the night before, from the electric tension that had consumed every moment of the gala, from the way Liam’s presence seemed to linger on my skin, in my thoughts, in every nerve ending.
I tried to focus, forcing my attention to the stack of reports on my desk, the schedules for upcoming events, the endless lists of tasks that demanded my precision and composure. But no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept circling back to him — to the way he moved, the way he looked, the way his words carried a subtle charge, a magnetic pull I couldn’t resist.
Control. Discipline. Boundaries. These were supposed to define us. Keep the arrangement clear, keep the lines drawn. Ke
