~Valerie~
The tray feels heavier with every step I take toward the Staff Lounge. My heart is a heavy drum against my ribs, and my skin is still prickling from the way Rikky looked at me. I’m walking into a room where the club’s top tier, the men who make the real decisions, are meeting. I’m carrying the scent of their President and Vice President on my neck like a brand.
I expect to be pinned the moment I cross the threshold. I expect Ronan’s gray eyes to burn through me and Evander’s amber gaze to strip me bare. I’m ready for the danger. I’m craving the moment they see me and lose that iron control again.
I push the heavy door open with my shoulder, my breath held tight.
But the room is quiet.
I walk to the long, scarred wooden table in the center, my boots muffled by the thick rug.
