Ashtine’s POV
The office was quiet, too quiet. Everyone had left for the night , except me. I was still gathering my things, pretending to be busy, when I knew deep inside... I was waiting. For him.
Footsteps echoed behind me.
“Still here, Maze?”
His voice. Low. Rough. Dangerous.
I turned around, and there he was , Rich Dawson in all his glory, unbuttoned collar, sleeves rolled, his eyes darker than usual. Tired maybe… or was it something else?
“I could ask you the same,” I replied, trying to keep my tone cool, unaffected.
But I wasn’t. I was burning.
“I forgot something,” he said.
“Let me guess, a sense of basic decency?” I smirked, arms crossed.
He chuckled, stepping closer. “No. But I did forget to do this.”
Suddenly, I was pinned between his desk and his body. His hands neve
