Thorne
I couldn't think straight. My mind was a mess, and Josie was the cause of it.
I knew I should've kept my distance from her. I knew better. But it had been too long since we'd spoken without venom lacing every word, too long since her eyes had met mine without resentment shadowing them. And now, after what happened last night—hell, after everything—I couldn't handle the fact that she acted like it hadn't meant a damn thing. Like she could move on to my brother and erase me completely.
The thought alone gnawed at me until I was half mad.
Her footsteps echoed across the office floor, each one scraping against my nerves, setting me on edge. My body betrayed me as always, heat surging, my dick straining against the confines of my pants just from her nearness. I clenched my fists under the desk, nails digging into my palms.
Damian's voice slid across the air, cool and teasing, aimed right at her.
"Don't tell me you don't know who you should be giving that coffee to, Josie."
