Abel
I set my phone down carefully, trying not to slam it on the table. Millicent was studiously avoiding my eyes, a light flush on her cheeks that made me want to trace it with my tongue, see how far down it went.
"We should probably call it a night," she said, already starting to gather the documents. "It's getting late."
"It's only ten," I pointed out, not ready to let her go yet. Never ready to let her go.
"Still." She stood, clutching the papers like armor. "I should get home."
I stood too, and she took an instinctive step back. Good. She should be wary. My control was hanging by a thread thinner than spider's silk, and we both knew it. I moved around my desk, not blocking her path to the door but not making it easy either. She watched me approach with those eyes that had been ha
