Reed
The house was incredibly quiet but the silence felt like peace for the first time.
I was sitting in the leather armchair in my study. The crystal glass of amber scotch resting on the side table was still untouched. The single desk lamp cast long shadows across the room. There was a lot of pending works.
But my mind was miles away from the quarterly reports stacked in front of me.
My thoughts were consumed by the memory of slate-gray trousers, black glasses, a tight, severe bun... and a yellow legal pad.
I leaned my head back against the leather chair and stared at the yellow pad in my hand.
“Reed looks very hot when he is bossy.”
I had stared at those exact words, written in her neat handwriting, at least a hundred times. I had it replayed in my head more times since this after
