Lily Thompson
First day of work
I was about to open my door when Ryan held my hand.
The warmth of his hand against mine shot through me. I turned my head to him, glaring and he immediately took his palm off
“It’s your first day, I should walk you in. Mayb-” I didn’t let him finish
“I think not. I can handle myself. I don’t need a chaperon.” I shot back, reaching for the door again.
He raised an eyebrow, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You sure? It’s a jungle in there.”
“Good. I’ve fought worse.”
With that, I opened the door, stepped out, and shut it behind me with just enough force to say leave me alone.
Denzol looked like the kind of place where heels were high, makeup was flawless, and people didn’t sweat—they glowed.
I, on the other hand, was currently glowing f
