He’s here.
Swooning, I quickly rise to my feet.
“Good morning, Mr. Thorne,” I greet eagerly, rushing to help with the folder in his hand as he strides in.
He’s clothed in all black, dark hair sleeked back.
“Good morning, Leah.” Those sinful dark eyes meet mine, and I almost hug him. But instead, I take the folder from him with a deep breath.
“Is my fiancée in?”
The words scrape my ears painfully. I pause for a second, forming fists.
He looks over his shoulder. “Leah?”
“Y-yes. She just got in.” I answer, catching up quickly.
He replies with a nod, his expression ever unreadable and mysterious—one of his many charms.
“Can I get a cup of coffee, please? And water for Sophia.”
I nod, gritting my teeth as I drop the folder on my desk.
“We’ll be leaving for the shoot in fifteen minu
