The moment I stepped into the office, I regretted every decision that had led me to this point.
Lucas had insisted on driving me to work, which meant I spent the entire car ride trying to look composed while my body still ached in ways I was not ready to unpack. The bastard had been smug about it, too, throwing me looks every time I shifted in my seat, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel like he was reliving every sinful thing we’d done.
Now, standing in the middle of the office, I felt like I had the words I spent the night with Lucas tattooed across my forehead. I willed myself to act normal, but of course, Lucas wasn’t making that easy.
“Morning, Delacroix.” His voice was smooth as silk, teasing, but just professional enough to pass as normal workplace interaction, No one
