~Isabel~
The office finally went quiet as the clock inched toward closing time. I was already daydreaming about which heels wouldn’t leave my feet dead by midnight tomorrow when my desk phone rang.
"My office. Now."
William’s voice was short, no warmth left at all. I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt, smoothed my skirt, and dragged myself toward the executive suite.
When I walked in, he didn’t even glance up. He was hunched over a mess of blueprints, sleeves rolled up, forearms all tense and worked up. Just like Jax said, completely buried in work.
"You needed me?" I asked, hovering by the door.
"You’re coming in tomorrow," he said, finally straightening up. No heat, no nothin, just that annoying, too-professional look. "There’s work that needs doing."
I blinked like an i***t.
