The walk from the taxi to the hotel was unbearable.
Sebastian’s hand, firm and steady at her back, felt like a brand against her skin, and no matter how much she tried to shrug him off, he didn’t budge. His touch was infuriatingly casual, but it sent jolts of awareness coursing through her. She hated how conscious she was of him—of the heat radiating off his body, the easy strength in his grip.
Her head throbbed, and nausea lurked at the edges of her stomach, a stark reminder of her fall. She wanted nothing more than to sink into her bed and block out the rest of the world, but Sebastian seemed intent on escorting her every step of the way.
The lobby was bustling with familiar faces from the conference. Executives, journalists, and industry giants mingled, their polite smiles shifting i
