POV: Evelyn Reeve
I stood frozen, my heels rooted to the breakroom floor for several seconds after Jovan’s silhouette vanished past the door.
I took a sharp, jagged breath, trying to stifle the frantic drumming against my ribs. My skin still felt electrified where he’d touched me—a lingering warmth that made the air in the room feel suddenly too thin.
My grip tightened around the white ceramic mug until my knuckles turned as pale as the porcelain. I closed my eyes, forcing my features into a mask of professional indifference. I couldn't walk back out there with flushed cheeks and eyes that betrayed exactly how much his presence rattled me.
I didn't want the rest of the office to see the cracks in my armor.
I started toward the exit, my mind already pivoting back to the spreadsheets wa
