Briella, thinking it was one of the security personnel, turned swiftly.
But instead there he was.
He was still wearing his dinner jacket with the sleeves folded up and some buttons undone.
Briella's heart rate increased. His gaze met hers with the same intensity he had used to stare at her at the party. It was as if he had something to say but was unsure of how to begin.
His eyes moved down slowly. The curve of her waist. The slit in her dress exposing her fair laps. He swallowed hard.
Briella folded her hands and asked “Do you always enter people's offices without permission?”
A little smile curved his lips. “I knocked.”
“No, you just opened the door.” Briella replied.
He stepped further into her office. The door clicked shut behind him.
“I saw you leave early,” he said. “and B
