* Lawrence *
The door shut behind her, and I stayed in my chair, staring at the wood panel like it had the answers I'd been digging for all week. She hadn't denied anything. Not once. But she hadn't confirmed it either.
Instead, she'd walked in here, filled the air with that slow-burn perfume and the sound of her voice like velvet over a blade, and left me with nothing concrete, except the pulse in my throat that hadn't quite gone back to normal.
I wasn't a man who got distracted. Not anymore. Years of keeping the upper hand in boardrooms and backrooms had taught me to separate what I wanted from what I needed. But with Jana... the lines blurred, just enough to make me aware of them.
I turned her words over in my head. You'd be surprised how far I'll let you go.
That was a challenge.
