Scandalous

Liora

By the time the office closed, my head was a knot of half-baked strategies and stubborn tension I didn’t ask for. I packed up my things and walked downstairs, resisting the urge to check over my shoulder at every small noise like a paranoid intern.

The moment I stepped outside, the air hit me, humid, a little too thick, like it hadn’t quite decided if it wanted to rain or just sit on my skin.

I glanced over to the far end of the lot where his car had been parked two weeks ago. Nothing.

Good.

I’d already told him, nicely, might I add that I didn’t need chauffeuring. I could book my own taxi just fine, thank you very much. In fact, I could probably build a car out of spite at this point.

I pulled out my phone and tapped open the ride app, already calculating how long I’d have to fake scrolling before a driver showed up.

But then,

A silver car rolled up and slowed to a stop in front of me.

The window slid down halfway with a soft hum.

Allen leaned slightly towar