Fallon
Swallowing my pride tasted a lot like regret.
I stood outside Reid’s home office, the soft hum of his voice carrying through the heavy wooden door. I should’ve turned around. Every instinct told me to forget the Luxe Amor campaign and avoid this conversation entirely. But this job — this opportunity — was too big to pass up.
And like it or not, I needed him for it.
I raised my hand to knock, hesitated — and then knocked twice before I could change my mind.
“Come in.”
The sound of his voice — low, clipped, and entirely too composed — sent something sharp through me. I pushed the door open, stepping into the room, and Reid looked up from his laptop.
God help me, he looked good.
He was all sharp lines and cool detachment — sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, and dark hair tousled
