Penelope had spent the last ten minutes outside Calvin Dawson’s office trying not to faint. This was outrightly unbelievable.
She had triumphantly survived childbirth, hospital bills, Demetria’s cooking…
Surely she could survive one man. Even if that man happened to look like sin dressed in a three-piece suit.
She stared at the polished oak door before her.
CEO. Calvin Dawson.
Her stomach performed a mutiny. Don't knock, leave and run away to another continent, her mind thought.
All seemed equally possible. If she lived in another dimension.
At last, gathering what remained of her courage, she lifted her hand and knocked.
“Come in,” the sound alone made her nerves tighten and she stepped inside.
Her eyes went to the cold and expensive Calvin behind his broad black desk.
For a whi
