But every time it got close to that, I found a reason to say no.
Too busy. Too tired. Too scared.
And now, here I am. Twenty-five years old, still a virgin, and losing my s**t over a man who almost definitely just finished having s*x with a high-priced escort on his office couch.
I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling.
This isn’t a game you should be playing.
Maybe Natasha was right. I should cut my losses and run. Find another job and forget all about Lukas Lazarev.
But I don’t run. I stay at my desk and keep working. I copy down names and dates and shipping codes until my brain feels like it’s swollen too big for my skull.
The sun shifts across the floor. Shadows lengthen. The building shudders and sighs around me.
Then Lukas’s door opens again.
I look up to see him walk out. H
