Before I could say anything, Nick hung up the phone.
Hearing the click from the other end, I shook my head helplessly.
I had no idea what he wanted from me this time.
He’d been acting kind of strange lately—constantly looking for excuses to see me.
I took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor and headed straight to Nick’s office.
The door was ajar. I raised my hand and knocked lightly.
“Come in,” came Nick’s clear, cool voice.
I pushed the door open.
Nick was seated in his chair; his suit jacket tossed casually over the couch.
He wore only a simple white shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. With those sharp, handsome features of his, he was practically a walking billboard for temptation.
At that moment, he was staring intently at his comput
