Elena’s pov
The morning after the closet, I walked into the office with my head high and my pulse racing. Ethan was already at his desk outside my door, typing away like the world hadn’t flipped upside down last night. He glanced up, flashed that wicked grin, and said, “Coffee’s ready, Elena.”
Just like always. But his eyes screamed memories of my mouth on him.
I took the cup, fingers brushing his on purpose this time. “Conference room in ten. Bring the updates.”
“Yes, boss,” he replied, voice low and teasing.
The day dragged slow at first—meetings, calls, emails. But every glance across the room sparked fire. Every time he leaned over my shoulder to point at a screen, his breath tickled my neck. I stayed cool on the outside. Inside? Melting.
By lunch, the office buzzed with people.
