Lyra POV
This is different, however. I know what they’re all thinking. I’ve only been here a week and I’m already getting promoted. They seem jealous and think I’m sleeping with Dominic. Part of my body warms at the thought, but then I think about how many other women he may have done this with and my fingers tighten into fists.
What is this intense feeling squeezing my heart and lungs? Surely I can’t be… jealous. Right? I have no right to feel anything toward my boss, certainly not jealousy. I mean, the man asked me out and I turned him down. End of story. He’s free to do whatever he wants, with whomever he wants.
Then why are my nails biting into the palm of my hand? Why does my jaw ache from clenching my teeth so hard? I’ve never felt attracted to another man, let alone possessive of
