Nadia woke to sunlight and the slow realization that she'd made a catastrophic mistake.
The sheets smelled like him — cedar, oud and something darker beneath. Her body ached in places she'd forgotten could ache, evidence of a night that had no business happening.
She turned her head, and there he was — Adrian Cole, her boss, sprawled beside her with his arm slung across her waist like she belonged there, his face relaxed in sleep in a way she'd never seen.
She needed to leave. Immediately. Before he woke, before it became a thing, before she had to sit across from him at work pretending she hadn't screamed his name into his pillows.
Nadia slid her leg carefully from beneath his arm and eased toward the edge of the bed. But before she could move any further, his hand clamped around her
