The rest of the day crawled by, heavy and uncomfortable.I tried drowning myself in work, tried ignoring Andrew’s message burning a hole in my phone, tried pretending I didn’t feel Jayden’s eyes on me through the glass wall of his office.But pretending had limits.By the time afternoon sunlight dipped warm gold across my desk, I felt stretched thin—like one more breath might shatter me.So when Jayden called me into his office with a clipped, “Ms. Sanders,” I nearly jumped.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.But he wasn’t alone.A man I had never seen before lounged casually in the visitor’s chair—tall, sharp-eyed, the type of handsome that wasn’t polished like Jayden’s, but dangerously effortless. He pushed up his sleeves, revealing a tattoo snaking up his arm.The moment his gaze landed on me, a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.“Oh?” he said. “Is this the famous Ms. Sanders?”My pulse stuttered. “Famous?”Jayden shot him a glare. “Scott.”Scott Willow grinned
Última actualización : 2026-01-21 Leer más