-POV Derby
The rest of the afternoon dragged like torture.
After Tamara walked away and our eyes met through the glass, I couldn’t focus on a single word in the integration files. My hands kept shaking. Every time I blinked, I saw her quiet certainty — the way she looked at me like she already knew.
By 6:30 PM the office had emptied. I was packing my bag when the door to the small conference room clicked open behind me.
Jordan stepped inside and closed the door.
We were alone.
The air changed instantly. Thick. Heavy. Like the whole building had been holding its breath.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes. The same eyes that had looked at me last night while he was buried deep inside me against his
