The following week, I returned to work, feeling both relieved and apprehensive.
The relief came from having something else to focus on—emails, reports and financial projections—anything that didn’t involve nausea or me thinking about Alex Grayson or worrying about when he would find out about me carrying a child.
The apprehension, however, stemmed from the fact that I would have to work with Alex while also trying to keep my distance. Which, as I quickly realized, was damn near impossible.
Work was as intense as ever. Alex didn’t believe in slow-paced anything. As soon as I stepped into the office, I was swamped with back-to-back meetings, urgent phone calls and last-minute tweaks to presentations.
If I thought Dubai had been exhausting, the workload that greeted me back in Los Ange
