Chapter Thirty-Four: Pulled Back

The night ended in laughter and not a trip back to the office, but there was something more, something else in Corbyn’s eyes. He was on edge, a difficult breath pulling through him as he waved a hand through hair that had become increasingly dishevelled over the past couple of days, nothing like the perfectly combed hair I had seen on my first day.

It wasn’t only him that could make keen observations.

I was still hung up on the fact that he had known I liked strawberries. It wasn’t the most unusual like, but I hadn’t told him which made it different, that he had paid attention.

It also meant he was staring at you eat.

I stifle to bark of laughter that tries to escape my mouth at the thought.

“Well,” Valerin begins, “I’ll have to leave you too here, CEO duties call.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” but Valerin just gave me a mirthful look.

“Ask Corbyn there is no rest from work,”

“I would say that,” was the drawl of a response, “If you had any work ethic at all.”

“I have work ethic, I