The moment she heard that familiar voice, Kelsey froze.
A scent drifted toward her, crisp and clean, the same one she used to breathe in every night when Rhett held her in his arms.
Her heart clenched. She lowered her head, refusing to look at the man standing in front of her.
When he pushed her away, she stumbled back, steadying herself against the wall. Without meeting his gaze, she turned and tried to leave quietly.
But the secretary behind her didn't give her the chance.
Grabbing Kelsey's arm, she forced her to stop and quickly said, "Sorry, President Clark! She's new and doesn't know any better. Please forgive her, President Clark."
Rhett didn't even look at her. He impatiently tugged at his collar, his white shirt half untucked around his waist.
In a place filled with luxury and vice, his presence alone drew every eye without effort.
Still, Kelsey didn't look at him. She just whispered softly, "Sorry."
And before anyone could react, she tried to run.
