Aria Pov
The secretary led me down a quiet corridor lined with frosted glass and soft carpet that swallowed the sound of our steps. She spoke in a calm, practiced tone, explaining the layout of the executive floor, where the supply closets were, how the internal messaging system worked, and which files I would be responsible for once I settled in. I nodded at the right moments and tried to keep my expression neutral, even though my pulse still had not fully slowed from the moment Alexander’s eyes had met mine in the open office space.
Every detail she listed felt distant, as if it belonged to someone else’s first day. The night at the hotel still sat too close beneath my skin. The ache between my legs had quieted into a low, persistent reminder, and every time I shifted my weight I felt
