Nick had texted me earlier in the day, inviting me for lunch in his office under the excuse of discussing work. I knew better, of course. Work was just a reason. He wanted to see me, and if I was being honest, I wanted to see him too.
So when lunch break came around, I hurriedly made my way to the executive floor, trying not to look too eager, even though I knew my heart was betraying me with its steady, nervous thumping. The elevator ride felt almost routine now, from the smooth hum to the soft chime on each floor, it had all become too familiar. I had been here too often, more than I ever thought I would, and yet, my pulse still quickened as I stepped out and walked toward his office.
When I stepped inside Nick’s office, the scent of food mixed with his cologne filled the air, and I su
