Knox’s POV
Where the Hell Did She Come From?
Shit, I don’t even remember walking to the elevator. One minute I’m watching her strut out of that conference room like she owned it—and the next I’m floating in a fog of confusion and some unholy level of arousal.
What the hell just happened? What is happening to me?
Where did this girl come from?
Sienna isn't even my type. I mean, yeah, she has a gorgeous face, doe eyes, and confidence for days. But she’s... thicker than I usually go for. Shorter. Soft in places I’m not used to being drawn to.
But damn if that s**t isn’t working for her.
She’s smart. Like dangerously smart. And watching her run circles around grown men in that meeting while her voice didn’t so much as quiver? Yeah. My d**k noticed.
So why am I thinking about her?
Why
