Emily POV
I headed straight to the women's restroom just in time.
Not for a pee break. Not to puke. But to breathe.
The second the door clicked shut behind me, I pressed my back against the cold tile wall, fists clenched, jaw locked, throat burning like I'd swallowed glass. My chest rose and fell in short, shallow gasps as the weight of the last ten minutes crashed down on me like a damn wrecking ball.
No. Nope. Absolutely not.
I was not going to cry over that man.
I wasn't.
Not after the way he looked at me in his office like I was some casual craving he could summon with a snap of his fingers. Not after the way he whispered my name like it meant something, touched my wrist like it was sacred, then turned cold as ice and told me to leave.
That man. That frustrati
