Arianna's POV
I should have called in sick.
That was the first thought in my head the moment I stepped out of the cab and stared up at the glass tower of McLeod Industries. The same building where Killian McLeod– my boss, my problem, my walking contradiction was waiting. Well, not waiting for me, but existing in a way that my pulse misbehaves. After everything that happened in Paris our fight, the kiss, the heat that still lingered like a bruise on my skin. I had no idea how to face Killian.
But life didn’t care about my awkwardness, so here I was, walking into the building like a responsible adult who wasn’t internally screaming.
Camille had hugged me before leaving for her shift and said, “Act normal.”
Normal. Sure. Easy.
The lobby was buzzing as usual, heels clicking, phones ring
