Tuesday morning...
Phoebe sat at her desk at Vantage Advisory, going through her normal workday. A junior analyst leaned over to ask about a figure in one of the works, and she answered and continued working.
Somewhere in the middle of it, her mind slipped elsewhere. She caught herself thinking about yesterday night and the kiss that almost happened.
She remembered the way Damon's hand had moved at the back of her neck, the way his eyes had darkened and focused entirely on her lips and when he leaned down before Carl's phone call had interrupted.
She felt her face heat at the memory. She cleared her throat softly and forced her eyes back to the screen in front of her.
Just then, her phone vibrated on the desk. She picked it up and saw a text from Carl. Speak of the devil.
Carl: Hi, S
