I didn’t ask him to take me home... I didn’t even realize the day was over. One minute I was refreshing my inbox, hoping there wasn’t an updated memo that said Daphne Greer will now be your legal guardian and emotional tormentor... and the next minute, Jack was standing beside my desk like a damn cologne commercial come to life, saying, Come on, let’s get you out of here. Just like that. No fight. No explanation. No demand. Just this calm authority, like he knew the air in the office was too polluted with Camille’s smirks and Ryan’s weird silences for my lungs to handle.
He opened the car door like a knight with a driver... not a sword, but honestly, same thing... and I slid into buttery leather that smelled like cinnamon and something expensive I couldn’t pronounce. I didn’t say anything
