Don't date him
The sudden push of the door jolted me alert, choking back the laughter, my head whipped towards the entrance, and my tensed body relaxed slightly at the person I saw.
Rhysand. His eyes were wild, his nose flared, and the air around him sharpened enough to cut glass. What was happening? Did someone die?
I didn’t understand why he had barged in like that and my formerly relaxed posture tensed again.
Is everything okay, Mr Ryhsand?” I asked, not forgetting to keep things professional. My stepbrother didn’t answer me. Instead, he stepped into the office with a swagger, his gaze flicked to Cole, who was sitting opposite me with a cup of coffee, relaxed and charming.
The bouquet of cream and pink lilies he’d brought sat on my desk, fresh and beautiful.
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