The office was quiet. Too quiet.
Alina sat at her desk, trying to focus on the quarterly financials blinking back at her from the screen, but her mind—her traitorous, disobedient mind—couldn’t stop replaying the last hour.
Nicholas hadn’t spoken to her since the elevator incident. He’d walked straight into his office, cold and silent, while she stood outside feeling utterly… unhinged.
Because she’d touched him. Tasted him. Let him unbutton her blouse like she was made for it.
Because she wanted more.
Her fingers trembled over the keyboard. She shouldn’t want this. Not him. Not her boss. Not the man who could ruin her with a single word—but she did. She wanted all the parts of him he kept locked behind his ice.
And she’d seen it. The crack.
The part where he wasn’t entirely heartless
