Emma
It was my building, my company, but that day, nothing felt like mine. Killian hadn’t shown up, and the weight of his absence hung over every corner of the office. I missed him more than I cared to admit. It wasn’t just desire. It was the way he made me feel alive, important, as if there was something more beyond the work and power I had.
I was in my office, staring at the contract that supposedly needed his signature. I could wait until tomorrow, but the longing made my mind come up with excuses to make it seem urgent.
Robin walked into the room without knocking, as usual. She was carrying two cups of coffee and that smile she was so good at—half friendly, half teasing. "So, Emma, are you going to tell me why you're staring at that paper like it's about to explode?"
I sighed, taki
