The glass walls of Blackwood Industries felt more like a cage than a kingdom today. Cassian sat at his large mahogany desk, staring at a merger agreement that should have been finalized three hours ago. Usually, he could tear through a legal contract in twenty minutes, but today, the words were just a blurred mess of black ink.
Every time he closed his eyes, he felt the heat of Maeve’s lips on his from this morning. He could still taste the faint hint of her cherry lip gloss and feel the raw, impulsive fire of that kiss at Penial’s curb.
His assistants hovered near the glass door, whispering in worried tones. The boss was never distracted. The boss didn't stare out the window for twenty minutes at a time while missing major deadlines.
The heavy office door swung open, and Matthew, Jul
