Ian's POV
The office lights cast a sterile white glow over the room, but even that couldn’t sterilize the chaos that had just strutted through the door in five-inch heels and an attitude as bold as her lipstick.
"Mai?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together. "What are you doing here?"
She shut the door with a slow, deliberate click, her red nails grazing the handle as if sealing the moment like a trap. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floors—each step a warning, each sway of her hips a challenge.
“Come on, Ian,” she purred, her voice a silky dagger. “I’m here to see you. What’s with the long face? Miss me already?”
I leaned back in my chair, folding my hands behind my head to keep them from balling into fists. I had paperwork to deal with, not ex-fiancées who thought the world stil
