Lexi adjusted the collar of her new white blouse—one of the many Julian had somehow guessed in perfect size—and slipped on the nude heels that came with it. Her body still ached in the most delicious way, but her mind was already running through checklists and deadlines. Julian leaned against the doorframe, watching her gather her things.
“You’re really going?” he asked, one brow raised, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to distract her.
“Yes,” she replied firmly, brushing past him. “I have clients. A launch in three days. Meetings. Remember? Work?”
Julian smirked, trailing behind her as she made her way to the elevator. “You know I could have someone else handle all that for you.”
She turned sharply, jabbing a finger into his chest. “No. You don’t get to take this from me too. Planning
