Lexi's POV
The week after the gala passed in a blur of awkward professionalism. I threw myself into work, burying my feelings under spreadsheets and reports. But every time Lucian walked into the office, my heart did this stupid little skip that I couldn't control.
"You're avoiding him," Mia said during our hang out on Friday.
"I'm not avoiding anyone." I stabbed my salad with unnecessary force. "I'm being professional."
"Professional?" Mia raised an eyebrow. "Girl, you practically dive under your desk when he walks by."
I sighed. She wasn't wrong. "It's complicated, Mia."
"Complicated how? The man is clearly crazy about you. Did you see the way he looked at those women who were giving you trouble at the gala? I thought he was going to buy their families just to fire them."
"He was
