SIA POV
It had been three weeks since the kiss.
Three weeks of carefully avoiding his eyes in meetings, of finding reasons to send emails instead of walking into his office, of telling myself, sometimes out loud when I was alone, that it meant nothing.
I had almost convinced myself I believed it. Almost.
The night of the charity gala arrived like an uninvited guest I couldn’t shove out the door. It was for one of our largest clients, and attendance was “strongly encouraged” for all executives. Which basically meant: show up, look important, smile, and try not to spill anything on the ridiculously expensive carpet.
The ballroom was a designed with class gold chandeliers dripping with crystals, tables dressed in white linen and soft candlelight, the low chuckles and laughter weaving thr
