My heart pounded heavily against my ribs l as I stared at the dark wood of the guest room door, the memory of our kiss in the living room still burning on my lips.
For the next three days, I tried my hardest to run away from my own pulse. I told myself over and over again that what I felt for Dominic Kane was just a side effect of breathing the same air in a giant penthouse. Anyone would get attached to the guy who built a private creative studio in the middle of a multi-million-dollar empire.
Anyone would soften up when a billionaire stopped acting like a shark and started acting like a shelter from the storm.
Yet my brain betrayed me with tiny details I couldn't unsee.
I watched him pour my dark roast coffee every single morning with a splash of oat milk before I even walked out of
