Grayson
Elena stood in my office, a folder clutched in front of her like a shield, her knuckles pale against the edge.
I hadn't sent for her just for work; I could have easily sent an email or even passed instructions through Bridget, keeping everything distant, as I should have.
But the truth was, I wanted to see her.
Needed to.
“Close the door,” I said, and the second she did, I knew this wasn't going to be professional at all.
She looked stressed. Defensive. Beautiful in a way that I just wanted to pull her over to me and kiss her senseless. But I didn't.
Instead, I leaned against the front of my desk and crossed my arms.
“You didn't think it was worth mentioning to me that Julian Marks would be attending the dinner?”
The color drained from her face. “What?”
“Don't act surpri
