Elena’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she hurried into the empty elevator, clutching her laptop bag. It was past nine on a Friday night, and the office tower was a ghost town. She’d stayed late again, finishing the quarterly report Mr. Kane had demanded on her desk by Monday. Just as the doors began to slide shut, a large hand stopped them.
“Hold it,” a deep voice commanded.
Her boss, Alexander Kane, stepped in. Tall, broad-shouldered, in a charcoal suit that looked custom-made for his powerful frame. His dark hair was slightly tousled from running his fingers through it all day, and those piercing gray eyes flicked over her once before he pressed the button for the ground floor.
“Elena,” he said, nodding. His voice was low, like velvet over steel.
“Mr. Kane.” She swallowed
