Millicent
Two weeks after I'd turned down Abel's invitation to stay at his mansion - two weeks of maintaining that boundary with my stupid plants excuse - I found myself waking up in his bed for the third time this week.
So much for professional distance.
It had started innocently enough. Last Monday, we'd worked late on the Beijing acquisition, and when it started storming, Abel had insisted it wasn't safe to drive. Just one night. Then Wednesday, we'd gotten carried away in his office and by the time we finished, it was past 2 AM. Made more sense to crash at his place than drive across the city. And last night... last night I hadn't even bothered with an excuse. He'd asked if I wanted to come over, and I'd said yes.
My carefully constructed walls had crumbled so gradually I hadn't no
