Chapter 18
Nate got to the door first.
He didn’t open it. He stood there with his hand on the lock and his breathing still too hard, like his body hadn’t caught up to the fact that they weren’t alone anymore.
Emilia slid off the desk on shaky legs and buttoned her jeans. Her shirt was twisted. Her mouth felt obvious. She ran both hands through her hair and still looked like she’d been doing exactly what she’d been doing.
Vanessa knocked again.
“I can hear you moving,” she said, light, almost amused. “I’m not security. You can open it.”
Nate looked back at Emilia.
She nodded once. What else was she supposed to do. Hide under the desk?
He unlocked the door.
Vanessa stood in the hallway with Emilia’s notebook in one hand and a paper cup in the other. Hair perfect. Coat neat. Eyes goi
