The fresh flowers on my desk were a nice surprise and a good sign that he wasn't going to brush me off at the office. While my computer booted up, I knocked on his door and entered. He greeted me with an infamous Reece Kavanagh smile, all crooked sexiness.
"Hey," he said, coming around the desk. He clasped my face in his hands. His thumbs brushed along my cheeks with aching tenderness. "I missed you yesterday."
"I missed you too." We kissed passionately, like we hadn't seen each other for months. When we broke apart, I realized the door was still open. Anyone stepping out of the elevator would have seen.
He followed my gaze beneath hooded lids. "You don't want anyone at the office to know about us," he said flatly.
I tried to gauge his thoughts but it was impossible to tell what he was
