ce Nathaniel Vetrova told

h she'd been thinking

. But every time she walked into the building and saw his reflection in the gl

it finall

for work, but deep down, she knew the real reason. She

ivate lounge outside his office, empty but for th

heard it-

stay away,

rned s

, black shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at the body beneath. He lo

ers," she said, holding up a

hem with slow, deliberate step

ered, steadying herself. "Besides,

. Especially when it wear

hani

ike that unless you

eath h

with the kind of heat that made her knees feel like they we

mouth, but no

bow. "You don't have to pretend. I know you feel it too. Every time I walk by, yo

knew better. But instead, she

slid to her waist, pulling her

ant," he murmured. "But if you s

ed to happen like this. She was stron

his mouth

whispered, breath

isse

was demanding. Possessive. Like he'd

he le

gripped her hips, drawing her tighter until their bodies were pressed like pu

ck, they were both breath

done this,"

Kissed

meone I ca

ned. "You alre

cing herself to breathe again. "Th

t doesn't have to be. It c

don't get to rewrite rules ju

again, but she held up h

e you want, Alfreda. But don't lie to yours

before she did somet

l stayed in that room, staring out at

wasn't just

hing that ever mad

fied him more