Kelly’s POV
The office felt smaller than usual this afternoon, but I wasn't at my desk, I was by the printer and it hummed beside me as it worked. My mind was in disarray, and even the faint scent of freshly printed documents all seemed sharper, more intense to me as I stood there.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Michael’s words from dinner the other night, the arrangement he’d offered me, and how it didn't seem to just be about work or paying my debts, it was about him wanting me, and somehow, perversely, about me wanting him too.
As I went back to sit at my desk, I tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, scrolling through numbers for the quarterly projections I was sent this morning, but every time my eyes landed on a familiar corner of the room, my thoughts strayed to plac
