"Stay still, Carly," Blake said again.
I froze in place, not daring to breathe. I could sense Blake standing up and heading into the bathroom.
I knew I had ruined everything. What was wrong with me, craving Blake's scent like some kind of lovesick fool?
Maybe I should see a doctor.
I half-expected Blake to fire me on the spot. But when he came out from the bathroom a half-hour later, all he did was tell me to return to my desk.
I took the elevator back up to the office.
As the doors slid open, a familiar, overpowering scent of perfume filled the space.
I looked up and instinctively frowned.
The woman lifted her chin arrogantly, like a proud swan, her smooth blond hair cascading over her shoulders.
It was Jenna.
What the hell was she doing here?
I hadn't forgotten her condescendi
