Michael's POV
I step out of the shower with steam clinging to my skin, the heat still pulsing across my shoulders. I’d stood under the water too long, hoping it would knock something loose out of my head, clear it, settle it, anything.
It didn’t, it never does. There are some things water can’t wash off.
My penthouse was quiet the way I liked it, the city spread out beneath the windows like a restless sea of lights. I grab a towel and scrub it over my hair, though my thoughts were louder than the fabric dragging against my scalp.
She’s still there.
Kelly Roberts.
Three weeks in my company and she somehow manages to take up more space in my mind than the twelve-hour workday I just finished.
I cross into the living room, towel hanging loose around my waist. I should be reviewing the
