Emma stayed late at the office on a Friday night to finish a quarterly report that her boss needed first thing Monday morning. The building was practically empty by the time she finally shut down her computer and gathered her bag.
She walked down the dimly lit hallway to the elevator bank and pressed the down arrow. The bell dinged, the doors slid open, and she stepped inside the empty car, leaning against the back wall and rubbing her tired eyes.
Just as the doors began to close, a large hand slipped between them. The doors bounced back open, and a tall man stepped inside. He was easily over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair swept back from his face, and a sharp jaw dusted with stubble. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit that looked incredibly expensive. He glanced
