I adjusted the strap of my bag and tried not to wobble on my heels as I entered the sleek glass doors of Stonemire Industries. My heart was hammering but not entirely from nerves.
The weekend had been…. eventful, and the memory of last night made my stomach twist.
New job.
Which meant I had to be on my best behavior.
“Good morning,” I mumbled to the receptionist, forcing my smile.
My hands were clammy and a particular messy thought wouldn’t leave my head.
“Morning. Sign this attendance list,” she said.
I did and walked to my cubicle but not before stopping for coffee. That was where I saw him.
Alexander.
He was the man who haunted my thoughts since last night. The one who had been reckless, insistent, and impossibly…. intoxicating.
The coffee trembled in my hand.
“You…,”
