KIMANI
By the time we got back to the office, I was already filled up. I laid on the couch like a rag doll, not caring if I looked undignified. My shoes had already been kicked off somewhere near the couch, and I let out a long groan, stretching my legs as though I owned the space. Technically I did, for now.
“You’ll crease your blouse lying like that,” Alaric’s voice came from behind his desk. I tilted my head lazily to look at him. He was already scanning documents, as if the weight of the world waited for his pen stroke. How is he not sleepy after that huge meal.
I shrugged. “Then I’ll crease it. I’m not made of steel like you, Alaric. A girl needs a break.”
He set down his pen, his gaze flicking to me in that sharp, assessing way of his. But instead of his usual clipped retort,
