Sarah's POV
The bell above the cafe door rang softly
I sat at a corner table, my fingers nervously tearing a paper napkin into tiny, pieces. I kept checking my watch every thirty seconds until a tall, intimidating handsome figure blocked the sunlight streaming through the window.
Marcus
Marcus walked in, wearing his sharp corporate suit, looking just the same, hot and unreadable as the night I had met him at a hotel bar four months ago. The night that was supposed to be a meaningless, one night stand.
He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down, his posture stiff.
"You have five minutes, Sarah," Marcus said, his tone entirely business-like, without a drop of warmth. "I’m in the middle of a high priority assignment for Mr. Thorne. What do you want?"
I swallowed hard,
