Anya’s POV
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “W-what are you doing in the women’s bathroom?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though it trembled just a little.
Phillipe didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slowly closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the small space. My heart jumped in my chest. Every step he took toward me felt like the sound of a hammer striking in my chest.
“I came in here because I wanted to speak to you alone,” he said, his voice smooth, almost casual, as if being alone with me like this was normal.
I instinctively took a step back, my heels scraping against the tiles. My pulse raced. “You could’ve… waited outside,” I said, though my voice sounded smaller than I wanted.
He ignored me. He stepped closer. The smell of his cologne hit
