Cheryl
I was already late.
Like, ridiculously, embarrassingly late. Damon who was both my boss and somehow a lover was going to have my head, but in my defense, it wasn’t entirely my fault. Okay, maybe it was. Just a little. But what was I supposed to do? The second I left that stupid insurance building, my brain had started spiraling.
Had Aiden gotten the message? Had he even seen it yet? Was he going to call me? Was he going to ask me to come with him?
Did I want him to?
Of course, I did.
And that was the problem.
The tension between us wasn’t something you could just wave off. It was heavy, electric, the kind that wrapped itself around your throat, making it impossible to breathe. The kind of thing neither of us ever acknowledged, even though it crackled in the air every time we
