She leans against her desk.
I mimic her.
“No wonder the boss has been keeping you a secret. You’re gorgeous. Good thing the boss saw you first. He would’ve had to fight the three other König heirs for your attention.”
I blush from ear to ear. “Thank you.”
“He’s expecting you.” She jerks her thumb over her shoulder.
“Thank you.”
I make my way to the wooden door I burst through yesterday on shaky legs.
What a difference a day makes.
I ready myself to knock, but the door swings open.
And there he is… my future husband.
Chapter 12
Phoenix
Ifreeze when my eyes land on Michaela’s face.
Gone is the luminescent serenity I remember from yesterday.
Her green eyes are veiled with… sadness?
“Good morning,” I say.
“Good morning.” Her tone is as flat as a board.
Where’s the fire? The sparks? The spirit? The mini volcano?“Everything okay?”
She bites against her lip and glances over her shoulder in Lydia’s direction.
“Come in,” I say.
“Thanks.”
Almost as if pulled by a magnet, my eyes land on her gorgeous ass as she struts into my office.
Damn.
“Let’s sit over near the large windows,” I say. “The sofa and the armchairs are far more comfortable than the guest chairs.”
“Okay.”
She takes a seat, elegant and poised, before crossing her legs at the ankles.
I sit across from her in one of the leather armchairs.
I set things in motion. “Thanks for getting back to me.”
“Might as well get it over with.” She punctuates her flippant remark with a one-shoulder shrug.
I frown.
