MACEY
Damien had ruined me.
There was no denying it. The man had somehow crawled under my skin and made it impossible to breathe without thinking of him. He was in my head, my pulse, my every stupid heartbeat.
It was embarrassing, really, how easily I gave in whenever he looked at me like that — like I was the only thing keeping him sane.
I tried to focus at work after what happened in his office, but honestly? I was useless. My brain was a mess of replayed moments and sensations I didn’t even want to name.
Every time I caught the faintest trace of his cologne on my clothes, my stomach flipped. Every sound reminded me of him. From the click of my heels down the hallway, the rustle of paper, even the sound of the elevator. Everything.
By noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I to
