The office lights were dimmed low when I walked in. The city whispered below us in flickering halos of neon. The hush of night felt like an accomplice, as I crossed into his domain with only the faint hum of the air conditioning beyond us.
Kyl stood behind me as usual, his scent silent but unmistakable—cedar mixed with something darker: steel, musk, promise. The file of my edits lay open on his conference table where I’d been summoned.
I circled the glass perimeter in my heels, my skirt riding up over my thighs. I could feel him watching my hips brush each time I swiveled, my pulse throbbed, hunger dangerous and near.
Not again, being close to him alone felt sinful, I didn't know what to do so
I cleared my throat. “You asked to go through Chapter Five?” I asked him my voice shaking.
