Callie
The office door clicked shut behind me, the lock sliding into place with a sound that was somehow both final and liberating.
I leaned against it for a second, my pulse was anything but calm.
Grayson was already at the desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened.
He looked up when I stepped in, eyes darkening almost instantly at the sight of me.
My robe had fallen slightly over one shoulder, leaving just enough bare skin to make him pause mid motion, coffee mug in hand.
“Callie,” he said, low and rough. The single word sent a shiver straight down my spine.
I crossed the room slowly, feeling every inch of his gaze tracing me, measuring me. My heels clicked softly against the hardwood, each step a small dare.
“Don’t,” I warned, voice teasing, though the heat in my chest made me t
