NATALYA
The fluorescent lights of the accounting firm had spent the last eight hours carving a pounding headache on my skull.
By the time I turned the key in the lock of Max’s penthouse, my shoulders were up around my ears and my feet were screaming in my designer pumps.
I loved Max, and I loved this apartment—a sprawling, glass-walled penthouse worth a fortune. But tonight, the silence felt heavy. I dropped my bag on the marble island and collapsed onto the soft, dreamy sofa, my phone immediately vibrating against my thigh. It was a notification. A new message from my boyfriend.
Max: Miss me yet, beautiful?😘
I smiled despite the exhaustion.
Max was in China for a week-long series of leadership meetings, leaving me to house-sit. Although, it was a nice trade-up from my cramped stu
