Jasmine
I spent the entire morning staring at the same legal brief, reading the exact same paragraph over and over until the words completely lost their meaning.
My cheek still felt hot. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel the phantom brush of Sebastian’s lips against my skin, just a fraction of an inch away from my mouth.
It was maddening. I was a grown woman, the CEO of Vance Global, and a divorcee who had survived a public scandal, yet I had spent the whole night analyzing a near-kiss.
A sharp knock on my office door made me jump.
“Enter,” I called out, forcing my voice into its usual professional tone.
The door swung open, and my breath caught in my throat.
Sebastian walked in. He was back in his tailored three-piece suit, and he looked dashing in it, but after seeing him in
