Neither of us moves.
“Bree,” I reach for her.
“Don’t.” She shakes her head. “Don’t make this harder.”
She leaves. I tap the panel and the smart glass transitions back to clear. I watch her move toward the elevator bank.
Then she’s gone and I’m alone with the city lights and the hum of the HVAC and the knowledge that I’m completely and utterly fucked.
The problem isn’t the obsession.
Nor the sex.
Nor even the impossible power dynamic.
The problem is... well.
Fuck.
The problem is I think I’m falling for her.
And I have no idea how to stop.
17
Bree
I’m supposed to be working.
The words on my screen have been blurring all morning.
Because all I can think about is him.
I sneak a look at him through the glass walls of his office. Nico is talking on the phone. With his mouth.
Same mouth that was on me.
My cheeks flush hot and I snap my attention back to my screen.
You’re a mess.
He’s been ice cold since that evening. Colder than before, if that’s even possible.
The temperature in every room drops ten degrees when we occupy it together.
Why did I push him away? We’ve already had sex twice now. It’s obvious we’re attracted to each other. So why...
I don’t know.
Panic, maybe.
Self-preservation.
And now he won’t even look at me.
Well, I pushed him away.
What did I expect?
