The night air was cool against Vivian’s heated skin as she stepped outside the café, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside her. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her bag, her heart still pounding from the moment she had fled.
Ethan Carter had nearly broken her.
And the most dangerous part? A part of her wanted him to.
She pressed her fingers against her temples, inhaling deeply. This had to stop. She had to be the adult, the professional, the one in control. If she let herself slip, even for a moment, everything would crumble.
But as she turned to head toward her car, she found herself face to face with the very temptation she was trying to escape.
Ethan.
He had followed her outside, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, his dark eyes
