I sat at my desk, staring at a spreadsheet that might as well have been written in ancient Greek for all the sense it was making.
My body felt different. Every time I shifted in my chair, the faint, lingering ache in my thighs reminded me of the weight of him, the heat of his skin, and the way he had looked at me afterward.
He had feelings for me. Adrian Reyes had feelings for me.
Or he had had.
The boy who had put gum in my hair and ice down my shirt wasn't just a bully, he was a catastrophe of repressed teenage longing. It made my head spin. I was sleeping with my ex-step-brother, a man I was supposed to be professionally hating for the sake of a fifteen-million-dollar paycheck.
"Alex? Earth to Alexandra."
I blinked, looking up to see Maya and Sarah leaning over my cubicle. We had bonded rapidly over the last week, turning into a tight-knit unit.
