Katrina pov
My husband.And his P.A., Sharon.
The world seemed to stop spinning, tilting violently on its axis. Time dilated, stretching a single second into an agonizing eternity. He was standing too close to her—far closer than any professional boundary should ever allow. The space between them was charged, intimate, and suffocatingly private. His hand was raised, his long fingers lifted tenderly to her face, tilting her chin up just a fraction. He was helping her get something out of her eye... or at least, that was the clinical, logical excuse my brain tried to scramble for to protect itself from breaking.
But their mouths? Their lips were millimeters apart.
It was a distance meant for secrets. A distance meant for lovers. The tension between them was a physical entity, a thick wir
