Elena’s POV
I stabbed him with a glare across the table.
Stop it.
But of course, Dax only leaned back in his chair, lips tugging into that maddening smile that said he was enjoying every second of making me squirm while his hand burned against my thigh under the tablecloth.
Heat crawled up my neck. If any of the investors noticed, I was done for. This job was my… I couldn’t afford a scandal.
So the moment I spotted a server clearing plates, I pushed back my chair. “Excuse me,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Restroom.”
Freedom at last.
Or so I thought.
I slipped through the corridor, my heels clicking too fast against the marble floor. My reflection in the restroom mirror looked flushed, frazzled. I splashed cold water on my cheeks, whispering at my own reflecti
