Clara Bennett
I sat at my desk outside Ryder’s office, staring at the same spreadsheet for the fifth time.
The moonstone necklace felt warm against my skin, and every time I shifted in my chair, it brushed my collarbone and reminded me of his fingers on the back of my neck.
My cheeks heated up again. I shook my head hard and forced myself to type the next line of the report.
The clock on my computer read 12:15 PM.
My stomach growled loudly. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and the stress was making me feel lightheaded. I saved my document, stood up, and straightened my black pencil skirt.
My hands were still a little shaky from the morning.
I poked my head into Ryder’s office. “Mr. West, I’m stepping out for lunch.”
He looked up from his laptop, his dark eyes meeting mine. “Alri
