ARIA
'STRIP'
The word echoed in my head like a broken record.
I should have known it wouldn’t be easy to forget the event from this morning.
I sat at my desk, as my mind wandered to this morning. The words from earlier still echoed in my mind—the demand, the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his presence. No matter how much I tried to force myself to focus on the report in front of me, I just couldn't.
Why couldn't I just forget it? Forget him?
But I couldn't. I should forget. I should just move on, pretend nothing happened, but Mr. Grey... he had a way of intruding my thoughts and staying there. The way he’d looked at me this morning. How could I just move on from that?
My hands fumbled with the papers on my desk, but they were just a blur. All I could hear were his words, his v
