Jake's POV
Her nostrils flared faintly as she inhaled, lips parting just enough for me to catch the word she whispered—not aloud, just under her breath.
"Delicious."
I froze.
I mean, who does that?
I stared at her, waiting for a punchline. But nothing came. She just smiled that same strange, knowing smile and turned to her computer.
Okay. Maybe it was the cologne. Or the fact that I smelled like airplane sweat and stress. Or... maybe this place was just full of eccentric staff with boundary issues. I chalked it up to the same rule I’d been repeating since the airport: New place. New people. New weird.
Still, the hair on the back of my neck wouldn’t go down.
I stayed leaning over the counter, pretending to look busy with my phone. But really, I was watching her fingers dance across
