It was almost thirty minutes past the closing hour when Ariana grabbed her bag and double checked her table to be sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She had completed most of her work on time that day but had gotten carried away reading a romance novel for an hour to five as she had nothing else to do. It was only when she heard the intercom go off and Vincent’s voice, telling her that he would be out in fifteen minutes she realized she had been carried away.
The office floor was quiet, that late evening kind of quiet that made every sound echo. She was ready to slip out when she turned toward the door and froze.
Vincent was already standing there. Leaning on the doorframe like he’d been waiting for a while. He didn’t say a word. Just looked at her with that unreadable face of his. The
