Elena
I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath until I was out of the office.
The door clicked softly behind me, but the echoes of how words stayed, raw, rough, and far too close.
My heart still hammered against my chest. My palms are clammy from the heat of his presence.
“It was supposed to be just a joke,” I whispered under my breath. “Just a simple job.”
But no matter how many times I try to convince myself, it still doesn't make it true.
Because nothing about Grayson Hale was simple, nor stayed professional.
Not the way he looked at me, like he could see right through me.
Not the way my body reacted, instinctively, stupidly, as if it never forgot what it was like to be wanted by him.
I hated that he could still make me feel this way. That he could still unravel all my layer
