The office was silent, save for the soft whir of the air conditioning and the faint tap of Jace’s fingers on the keyboard. It was nearly 9 p.m., and everyone else had long gone. He preferred it that way—no buzzing phones, no fake smiles, no prying eyes. Just the hum of productivity and solitude.
He had just saved the final draft of the quarterly report when he heard it—the click of heels on marble flooring.
He paused, brow furrowing. No one was supposed to be here.
Then she appeared in the glass reflection of the office door.
Lily.
Jace’s stomach tensed.
She strolled in like she owned the damn place—long legs in a too-short summer dress, hair tied up with strands falling over her face, her lips curved in that cocky, curious way that already spelled trouble. She was too young to look
