Lyra POV
I’VE MANAGED to avoid all my managers the last few days, and I’ve nearly forgotten about my elevator man, who, through some light internet stalking, I later learned was Dominic Rheaumes, CEO of Alpha Cybersecurity.
Oh, who am I kidding? I haven’t forgotten about him. How could I? Those sapphire eyes keep showing up in my dreams, which have turned decidedly steamy since our encounter. Which is pathetic, I know. We hardly even exchanged glances, yet everything about him is branded into my being. I don’t know any other way to describe it. I…I feel him, even though I haven’t seen him since the elevator that day.
I know I’ll have to face the man himself at some point, but at least it won’t be today. I’m just packing up my stuff, ready to head home and dive into a bowl of piping hot
