(Author's POV)
Delilah felt a twisted surge of pleasure ripple through her chest. She knew Lucian Steel better than anyone-or so she thought. He was a man who worshipped his privacy and his public image above all else. There was no way in hell he would allow Rosalie to parade their relationship around the office.
She shrugged, bringing a manicured hand to her mouth in a performance of exaggerated regret.
"Oops," Delilah said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "If it's a secret, I shouldn't have pried. My bad."
It worked like a charm.
Around the bullpen, heads leaned together. The silence broke into a low hum of whispers. Colleagues exchanged knowing looks, eyebrows raised in speculation.
"Five years and no photos?" one whispered.
"Must be some old, bald sugar daddy," another m
