I came into the office earlier than usual, hoping the quiet would give me time to think. The halls were nearly empty, and for that, I was grateful. I needed space from my thoughts, from the way my heart had betrayed me, and most of all, from Elliot.
I couldn’t stop replaying last night. What I’d done. The way I gave in to the feelings pulsing through me just by remembering him. It was shameful. Nasty. Wrong.
He was my boss.
I slipped into my seat, keeping my head down, pretending to busy myself with documents I had already read twice. Every time I thought of his shirt clinging to his chest, his eyes holding mine, the way he’d looked at me like I was something more than just an intern, I felt heat crawling up my skin again.
No. I had to get a grip.
Avoid him. That was the plan.
I didn
