The music and lights faded the second Sasha turned and bolted.
She didn't know where her legs were taking her. She just needed out. Away. Anywhere but under the weight of his stare.
The narrow corridor behind the bar was dim, suffocating. She pushed the staff door open and stepped into the private lounge hallway-meant for deliveries and brief staff breaks. The air was thick, musty, but it was the only place where the noise didn't reach.
Sasha pressed a palm to her chest, her pulse racing under her fingers. Her face was hot. Her lungs couldn't take in enough air. She was flushed with something she didn't want to name.
Why the hell was he here?
Why now?
She started pacing.
Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Xavier had thrown her out of his office with a lie that still burned l
