Fawn's POV
He stood behind his massive desk, phone still in hand from whatever call I'd interrupted, watching me with those sharp gray eyes that saw too damn much.
I stepped inside, closing the door on Melissa standing outside judging me, then made a split-second decision. I turned back and locked the door with a decisive click before facing Blake again.
Blake's eyebrow rose. "Really?"
I shrugged. "Let's just say I trust Melissa even less than I trusted Lena. She'll find any reason to walk in here. Probably with some urgent document that absolutely can't wait for your signature."
Blake's jaw tightened slightly. "She's my assistant. She has a right to access my office."
"Not when your wife is here," I said sweetly, moving to set the bag of food and coffee down on his desk. "Unless you
