Brandy’s POV
Kane arrives at my office an hour later, his hair still damp from the shower. He strides into my office after a single, cursory knock, looking ridiculously good looking in the dark washed jeans and crisply ironed shirt he’s sporting under a leather jacket. How the hell did I go so long without noticing how gorgeous he is?
I swallow the laugh that bubbles up inside of me, marvelling at how far we’ve come from the days of him bursting in here furiously, brawling for a fight.
The enforcer’s expression transforms as soon as he steps inside the large room. His gaze finds me instantly, and a slow, devastating smile creases up the corners of his mouth as my own giddy smile tugs at my lips.
He strides toward me with a predatory grace, rounding my desk and turning my chair to face
