The kiss was still in the room.Anne could feel it sitting on the kitchen counter between them, helping itself to coffee, absolutely refusing to be ignored. She’d woken up thinking about it. She’d brushed her teeth thinking about it. She’d stood in the shower for minutes longer than usual because the hot water was the only thing currently that was competing with the memory of his mouth and it was losing.She was not handling this well.Royce, on the other side of the counter, looked exactly like a man who handled everything well. Suit pressed, his hair done, coffee in hand and his laptop screen on. The assembled, functional, completely unruffled picture of someone who had not spent the previous evening pressed against an elevator wall with his hands in her hair.It was infuriating.“So,” she said.He looked up from the screen “Morning.”“The elevator….”“It had a mechanical fault. Facilities have been—”“If you say facilities have been notified I will pour this coffee on your laptop.”
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