The next morning, the office felt heavier than usual. The air carried a kind of silence that pressed down on Adam as he walked in. He greeted the receptionist, forced a small smile, and made his way to his desk.
He had not slept. His mind had been trapped between guilt and desire all night. The image of Emily’s message glowed behind his eyes. I hope you didn’t tell him how long you stayed.
Those words had carved deep into him. They were more than a warning. They were an admission. She remembered. She cared enough to hide it.
He tried to focus on his screen, but every line of text blurred. Numbers and reports turned meaningless. Every few minutes, he caught himself glancing at the door, half-expecting Richard to walk in and demand an e
