Sky’s POV
The instant the heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind me, my control shattered into a thousand icy fragments. My knees felt like water, and I had to stop in the empty outer office, leaning against the cool, glass wall. My lungs were burning, desperate for a breath I couldn’t seem to draw.
He knew.
That single thought was a hammer blow to my composure. He had noticed the coffee. He had noticed the small, completely unnecessary detail I had poured into the mundane task, and he had thrown it back at me with the force of a confession.
My face felt hot, a deep, painful blush that I couldn't stop. I walked quickly, almost stumbling, toward the small, elegant workspace I had been assigned. It was an executive assistant's dream, two wide monitors, a powerful desktop, and a view tha
