Blake’s POV
By the time the car slid into my space under the Huntington building, I rehearsed in my head what I was going to say. I’d already lied to myself three times that this was going to be a simple, adult conversation.
But I knew it wouldn’t be.
The lift doors opened onto my floor and there she was at her desk, exactly where she always was.
Melissa looked up as soon as she heard my step. Relief flashed across her face, then hurt, then she shoved it all away and put on the professional mask that I had insisted on at the office.
“Good morning, Mr Huntington,” she said, in that careful, neutral tone that pretended nothing had gone on between us. “Welcome back.”
“Morning,” I said. “My office.”
I didn’t wait to see if she followed. I knew she would. She had been calling and messagi
