I stood at the door of my apartment, dragging my suitcase.
The crisp autumn wind blew a dried leaf at my feet, but before I could even glance at it, a black Maybach pulled up in front of me, its tires crushing the leaf into dust.
I looked up as the tinted window rolled down, revealing Blake's cold, handsome face. "Get in," he ordered.
I hefted my suitcase into the trunk and slid into the backseat.
The faint scent of pine that clung to Blake still filled the car, though it wasn't as intoxicating as before.
'This is just work,' I reminded myself firmly. 'He's my boss.'
Oddly enough, repeating that mantra seemed to dull whatever attraction I'd once felt to the smell.
I glanced around the car, unable to hold back the question burning in my mind. "Is Jenna not coming?"
Blake's brow furr
