PAIGE
The clock finally hit 5 PM, a blessed release from a day spent juggling spreadsheets and the lingering, phantom sensation of Reomen's kiss in his office.
I packed my things, my movements a little slower than usual, my mind still partly tangled up in the memory of his hands on my waist.
I made my way down to the private garage. The black Lexus was already idling, a silent predator waiting in the dim light. I slid into the back seat, and the familiar scent of his Creed Aventus cologne wrapped around me like a second skin.
He was already there, scrolling through something on his phone. He didn't look up, but a slow, familiar smirk played on his lips.
"Right on time," he remarked, his voice a low, sarcastic purr. "I was beginning to think you'd found a more interesting spreadsheet to keep you company."
