Lily’s POV
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, spilling golden morning light into the Sterling Dynamics floor. Mondays usually felt heavy, but today the air carried something different—an edge I couldn’t name.
When I stepped out, the faint thud of bass echoed from the private gym near Andrew’s office. I frowned. No one used that space this early.
Except him.
Curiosity tugged harder than common sense, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pushed open the glass door.
He was there.
Bare-chested. Sweating. Muscles flexing under the dim glow of the overhead lights as he worked the punching bag like it had personally offended him. His breath came out ragged, sharp, every movement precise and furious.
I froze.
The noise of my heartbeat drowned out everything else. He had
