Harper POV
DING.
The elevator doors slid open, and standing before me were Ethan Blackwood and David, his assistant.
I wanted to throw myself out the nearest window.
My brain short-circuited for a second, then rapidly considered my options:
Turn on my heel and bolt.
Pretend I forgot something and slowly back away.
Fake a dramatic faint and hope they step over me.
Option three had some merit.
"Come in," Ethan’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.
Oh, come on. Haven’t I suffered enough today?
His gaze was impassive but there was something vaguely expectant about it—like he was waiting for me to move.
My grip tightened around my phone. “I… beg your pardon?”
“It seemed like you were about to... bolt”, His tone was unreadable, but there was the faintest flicker of amusement in
