Rosette's POV
Lydia left the room so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet.
The second the door clicked shut behind her, the air in Andrew Voss’s massive office became thick enough to choke on. He stood behind his enormous desk like a king on his throne, those piercing gray eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my knees weak.
“Miss Sinclair,” he repeated, his voice low and dangerously smooth. “Or should I say… the woman who ran out of my bed before sunrise?”
Heat flooded my cheeks. I straightened my spine and tried to summon every ounce of professionalism I had left.
“Mr. Voss,” I said, keeping my voice cool and detached, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. “I wasn’t aware you were the CEO when I applied for this position. If this is going to be a problem
