And when I came—twice—it didn’t even help.
Because the minute I closed my eyes, she was still there.
That soft voice. That smart mouth. Those goddamn golden-green eyes making me imagine things a man like me has no business imagining.
Now I can’t walk into my office without imagining her on her knees in front ofmy desk.
I can’t look at a cup of coffee without thinking about the way she stirs hers—slow, counterclockwise, wrist flicking just so.
And I can’t get through a single night without jerking off to the memory of her moaning my name in that Miami hotel room.
Three nights in a row, I’ve come undone to the thought of her.
And it’s still not enough.
Or so my secretary seems to think when she knocks on my office door this morning.
"You're distracted," Margaret comments ten feet away from my desk, tablet in hand.
It's Friday—eight-thirty in the morning, and my secretary’s dressed like she's about to negotiate a hostile takeover.
Red suit. Hair in a slick bun. Reading glasses perched on the tip of her disapproving nose.
I don't look up from my laptop. "I'm focused."
"You've been staring at the same email for ten minutes." She walks in, setting a coffee on my desk. "What's going on? Is it the board? The product launch? That investor meeting next week?"
"Nothing's going on. I'm reviewing quarterly reports."
"The quarterly reports you approved two days ago?"
Damn.
"I'm being thorough."
Margaret quietly examines me for a long moment, and I can practically see her mental filing system updating…
“Donovan is acting weird. Investigate later.”
"Fine," she says. "But you have the strategy team meeting in thirty minutes. Conference room B. Carmen wants to discuss the new hires' integration."
The newhires.
Emma.
"I'll be there."
"Are you sure? Because you've canceled three meetings this week."
"I rescheduled them."
"Because you were 'busy’, even though your calendar showed no conflicts."
She's right, and we both know it.
I've been avoiding unnecessary interactions with anyone who might ask questions I don't want to answer.
Like "You seem different, is everything okay?" or “Why are you mysteriously hiding your crotch when Emma Sinclair passes?”
