7
Raina.
I didn’t tell him I was coming.
I didn’t text, didn’t call, didn’t even pretend to make up an excuse. I just put on a black pencil skirt, tied my hair up, slipped on heels that made me feel like I knew exactly what I was doing, and showed up.
The front desk girl blinked at me, then gave a polite, confused smile.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Dominic Vale.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No.” I smiled. “But he won’t mind.”
I could see it in her eyes, that uncertainty and slight tension that always shows up when a young woman walks into a man’s office like she belongs there. I let her sit with that and moved past before she could stop me.
His door was slightly open. He was behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, collar loose, and reading something on his screen with his
