Sky stepped out of the car just as Xavier was already walking away, fast, like the distance between them couldn’t grow quick enough.
The wind caught her blazer, whipping it against her legs, and her heels hit the pavement harder than they should have, every step jarring the sore parts of her body he’d left aching.
She didn’t even have a moment to take a breath before he was already several feet ahead of her, breezing through the crowd like he hadn’t spent the night f*****g her senseless.
“Xavier,” she called out, jogging awkwardly in her heels. “Slow down.”
He didn’t.
“Good morning, Mr. Collen,” one woman said with a bright smile as she practically ran to grab his bag.
Another man dipped his head as Xavier passed. “You’re welcome back, sir.”
Sky pushed forward, heels clacking, pain
