Elena's POV
I didn't sleep much.
My thoughts kept running in circles thinky around his hands on my hips last night… the pressure of his breath on my neck… the way his voice had dipped low when I begged him about the incident. Never thought I would be begging him.God help me, I had.
But this morning, I had to forget all that. I wasn't a girl in his guest room anymore. I was an employee in his company. Under his nose. Under his rules.
And maybe… still under his thumb.
He Would not be expecting me but I wanted to show him I was in control and I do my things my own way
I knew what he expected ,for me to be ready by 6:30, to step into the car like a quiet little shadow behind him, to keep my head down and stay out of the way.
But I was done being predictable.
So, when the soft knock came on my door three raps, spaced apart, deliberate, I didn't answer.
I stood silently by the dresser, listening.
I heard his footsteps linger, waiting.
Then, retreating.
