CHAPTER TWO
I told myself I wouldn’t see him again.
That what happened at the reunion bathroom was a mistake, a moment of weakness, something I’d bury and never repeat.
But fate has a sick sense of humor.
Because on Monday morning, when I walked into my new job—the promotion I’d killed myself for—guess who was sitting behind the CEO’s desk?
Ethan.
My high school bully.
My one-night disaster.
The bastard smirked like he’d been waiting for this. “Well, well. Look who’s working under me now.”
My stomach twisted. “You’re the CEO?”
“Mm-hmm.” He leaned back, spreading his thighs, suit straining against muscle. “And you’re my new project manager. Looks like you really will be working under me.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” His gaze dragged over me, slow
