CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
REED’S POV
SCREWED
I’m f****d. Completely, undeniably screwed in every sense of the word, and no matter how many different synonyms I try to throw at it, none of them seem to fully capture the exact level of trouble I am in right now.
Because the problem is not just the situation.
The problem is her.
I try to think of something else, anything else that might ground me, something professional, something logical, something that will pull me back into the version of myself that knows how to keep control, but my mind refuses to cooperate, especially when Scarlett is looking at me like that.
There is something deliberate in her gaze, something sharp beneath the softness, like she knows exactly what she is doing and is choosing to do it anyway. It feels like she is testi
