The office was quiet.
By evening, all of the staff had gone home. The hum of the air conditioning and the occasional tap of a keyboard were the only sounds.
Izzy was at her desk, still trying to focus on finishing the Harper account report, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the woman who had visited Dominic earlier.
Her chest tightened every time she imagined the red lips and elegant smile.
The sudden click of a door made her start. Dominic’s office door opened, and he stepped out, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
“Miss Hart,” he said softly, but there was an edge to his voice... deliberate, teasing, controlled. “Come into my office. We need to talk.”
Her heart jumped. She should have refused, said she was busy, and stayed at her desk.
But curiosity, and something else she didn
