Jane
Julius left for work around nine, looking devastating in a black suit that made my mouth water in ways I absolutely refused to acknowledge.
He had hesitated at the door, those grey eyes lingering on me in ways that made my skin prickle with heat.
"Make yourself at home," He had said. "There's food in the fridge. Help yourself to anything."
Anything? The word had hung between us, loaded with implication, then he was gone, and I was alone in his massive penthouse with nothing but my thoughts.
Dangerous, dangerous thoughts.
I tried to distract myself. I explored the apartment properly. The library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, the home gym that looked like something from a luxury hotel, the balcony with its stunning view of the city.
I made myself more coffee. I took a long
