The office felt colder than usual when Ava walked in on Monday morning. Maybe it was just her nerves, coiled tight beneath her skin, but every step toward her desk seemed heavier.
She had spent the entire weekend replaying every detail of that night with Ethan. The way his hands had claimed her, the heat of his breath against her neck, the way he had looked at her like she was his. She had tried to convince herself it was a mistake, something to bury and forget, but one glance at the closed door of his office reminded her there was no forgetting.
“Rough weekend?” Claire, her colleague, asked with a smirk as she dropped a stack of files onto Ava’s desk.
Ava forced a smile. “Something like that.”
Claire leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Word is, the boss is in a foul mood this morning.
