As I sat at my desk, the morning sun streamed through the window, and the office buzzed with activity. The workers were busy with their duties. Sarah had gone to her office , probably off to handle some security detail. Dominic had not come to the office yet, I contemplated calling his phone, but decided against him. so not to disturb.
Just as I was about to dive into my work, the office door swung open. Dominic strode in, his suit impeccably tailored, his expression unreadable. He glanced around, taking in the chaos, and then his eyes landed on me.
"Samantha," he said, his voice low and clipped. "We need to talk."
My heart fluttered. I'd been waiting for this moment—to ask him about last night, to find out if he'd really carried me to my room. But his tone sent a shiver down my spine.
