Lillian's POV.
“Even if I give in to this desire, what good will it bring? It could be the end of my career!” I stressed in my head as I nursed the drink Diana offered me.
I was only here because Diana asked for help with a sorting her records, it seemed like someone was stealing from her, but it turned out she was only a bad record keeper.
“Well well, two nights in a month, my year is made.” the voice sounded deep in my ears.
I stiffened.
My heart stumbled.
My fingers gripped the glass just a little too tightly.
That voice.
That confident, self-satisfied tone I had memorized by accident, the one that always made my stomach clench before my brain caught up.
I turned slowly, masking my face into polite, but still disinterested.
Nathaniel Caldwell stood behind me, dressed in dark jeans and a black button-down that hugged his frame a little too well. His hair was slightly tousled, more relaxed than I had ever seen it, and there was a teasing glint in his eyes that made my pulse quicken.
