Daniel’s POV
The morning sun sliced through the blinds of my corner office at Hawthorne Enterprises, casting sharp lines across my desk as I sank into my chair.
It was 8:46 a.m. and the weight of last night’s date with Serena Voss still lingered like a fever. Her kiss - electric and achingly brief had left me restless, her angry exit from the limo still replaying in my mind.
I’d barely slept, my thoughts tangled with her green eyes,her outburst. I was halfway through an email, trying to focus on a big deal, when Marcus came in, his grin wide and unapologetic, his suit slightly rumpled.
“Morning, Hawthorne,” he said, dropping into the chair across from me, propping his feet on my desk like he owned the place. “You look like hell. That mystery date keep you up all night?”
I shot him a
