Eleanor
He’d been dodging me for days. Never once letting himself get caught alone with me in a hallway, never once stepping into a room unless someone else was there to chaperone.
It was almost impressive, the way Gomez could disappear into shadows, vanish just when I thought I had him cornered. I almost gave up.
Almost.
Because it also drove me insane. Now that I had gotten a taste of him, I couldn’t rest until I had more.
So I did the only thing I knew would work. I called him to my father’s office.
The door burst open like he’d sprinted the whole way, and for a moment he looked almost panicked. Then his eyes found me. Not my father. Me.
I was sitting in the leather chair behind the desk, one leg crossed over the other, fingertips drumming lazily against the polished wood.
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