Juliette’s POV
By the time I’d reached Bryson’s office, my mind had become a mess, my pulse losing its rhythm Im the process.
The door clicker shut very quietly behind me with a soft thud that somehow still managed to sound like a lock, making me feel a little cornered. “Get it together Mercer” i whispered to myself.
He stood by his desk, his damp hair giving me flashbacks from that dream. Reluctantly drawing my eyes away from his face as I swallowed hard, I tried to pull myself together and steady my erratic heartbeat.
My eyes landed on his broad shoulders that looked tensed beneath his compression shirt. It was clear he hadn’t even bothered changing yet.
The air was filled with the faint smell of cedar and mint was, his cologne.. the same scent from the dream.. a scent that did thi
