Maya's POV
The penthouse office felt unnaturally quiet after the storm of the threatening call and the… other storm. The one involving Nicholas’s mouth and my complete inability to remember why this was a catastrophically bad idea. Cassandra’s ‘urgent business update’ had sucked Nicholas into his study for over an hour. I’d retreated to the fishbowl pod, pretending to organize his schedule while replaying that kiss on a loop. My lips still felt swollen, sensitive. Every time I shifted, the memory of his hands in my hair, the hard press of his body against mine, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
Get a grip, Carter. He’s a billionaire CEO with enemies on his tail and an ice-queen ex-fiancée. You’re the fake girlfriend he’s using as a human shield. With occasional… benefits. This isn’t
