Adam sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. The screen was dark, but his mind was wide awake.
The image of Emily standing in that elevator replayed in his head like a scene he could never turn off. Her scent. Her voice. The way her eyes had lingered.
And then the tie.
That one mistake.
The proof he had been there.
He buried his face in his hands. “What have I done?” he muttered.
Sleep was impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her again. The robe slipping slightly. The soft tremble in her breath. The danger that wrapped around them like fire waiting to burn everything.
His phone buzzed again.
He froze. It was almost two in the morning. Only one person could be texting him at that hour.
He picked it up.
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