The mahogany door creaked open under my fingers, and the cold, angry sound of Dominic's voice stopped dead in the air.
He stood by the big glass window of his private study. His broad shoulders were stiff beneath a dark shirt, and his phone was pressed tight against his ear. When he spun around and saw me standing in the doorway with my arms crossed over my chest, his dark eyes went wide with sudden shock.
"I have to go," Dominic snapped into the phone. He hung up immediately, dropping the device onto the heavy wooden desk.
"Sienna," he said, his voice dropping from sharp CEO mode down to a low, careful whisper. He took a step toward me. "You are awake."
"I am awake," I said, keeping my posture tight. I did not move from the doorway. "And I heard every word you just said to whoever was
