The silence in the CEO's office was broken only by the sound of rain lashing against the glass and Damon's ragged breathing.
Damon stood with one hand pressed to the side of his neck, staring at Leo in utter disbelief. "You're out of your mind," he finally managed to say, his voice a low, rasp.
Leo picked up his messenger bag from the chair. He looked composed, adjusting the strap over his shoulder, though the slight flush high on his cheekbones betrayed his own racing pulse.
"We should go," Leo said smoothly, glancing at the wall clock. "It's past nine-thirty. Security will be doing their floor sweep soon, and Mom will start wondering where we are."
"Button your collar, Damon," Leo added, nodding toward Damon's throat. "It's already turning purple."
