Fifteen

By the time she gets through some of her files and sends them on to York, two hours have flown by, and it's almost half eight.

With a start and slight horror, Avery jumps up, remembering she was supposed to meet Roman half an hour ago.

Slipping her feet into trainers, she hurries down the stairs, only realising when she's almost at the gym that she forgot to put on her sweatshirt or pyjama top.

The tank top will have to do until she gets her sweatshirt.

Knocking on the door of the gym, she quickly walks in, being greeted with the sound of fists hitting a punching bag with a significant amount of ferocity and anger.

She raises a brow, skirting around to the cage to see if she can find her sweatshirt without being noticed.

She wants to have a serious conversation, and that won't happen if this alpha is staring at her chest the entire time.

A throat clears as she bends over to pick up her sweatshirt.

"You're late. And can you give me that?" Roman calls across the room, making Avery look