Zephyr’s POVI trip back to my cubicle, my heart continuing pounding from Vorian’s office, his wrist under my fingers, his gaze piercing into mine. That almost-kiss, his voice all husky and deep; it is messing with my head. I slump into my chair, the office dead quiet, Chicago’s lights glowing outside. I try to focus on the files, but his scent, all cedar and heat, lingers like a ghost. “Work, Zephyr,” I mutter, flipping through papers. “Do not screw this up.”My phone buzzes, loud in the silence. Silas’s name flashes. I pick up, rubbing my eyes. “Hey, Silas, what is up?”“Sorry I am calling this late. You heard about the leak?” Silas says, his voice tight, urgent. “The AI deal is a mess.”“Uh-huh,” I speak, resting back, my gut churning. “Mr. Vorian told me about it.”“Vorian told you?” Silas says, surprised. “He is spilling that already? Wait, he told you, you say? You two still at the office?”“Yup,” I say, keeping it cool, though my mind is on Vorian’s lips, so close I could have
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