I didn’t mean to smile when I walked into the office the next morning.
But I did.
Because Elijah was already there—leaning over someone’s desk with that easy posture that made HR nervous. He wore confidence like an aftershave, subtle but impossible to ignore. And when he saw me, he gave a little two-finger wave, like we’d shared something far more sinful than one too-honest rooftop drink.
We had.
Just not with our hands.
Yet.
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The meeting wasn’t a meeting…
"Compliance review," he said when I passed his office. “Got five minutes?”
“Don’t I always?”
He smirked and held the door open.
I stepped inside. His jacket was already off, his sleeves rolled, his shirt collar unbuttoned just enough to make me want to unbutton more. The blinds were tilted just so, letting in strips of li
