SIA POV
The week moved like it had something to hide. Each day just… slipped by, carrying pieces of me with it. Work had been a good distraction, papers, deadlines, calls, meetings , but it didn’t stop my mind from replaying that night with Jason.
I shouldn’t have let myself think about it in the middle of the day, yet here I was, sitting at my desk with my pen poised over a file I hadn’t read for the past five minutes.
It wasn’t just the heat of it, it was the way he’d looked at me. Like I wasn’t just a body in his bed, but something more… dangerous to him. The way his voice had dropped when he said my name, the way his hands had mapped out every curve like he was memorizing them.
I caught myself smiling, too much for someone in an open office, and quickly forced my eyes back on the
