Wounded Heart.

d Mr. Rodriguez-Alex-on the entire floor. My hands trembled slightly as I gathered the quarterly reports he'd asked me to review. E

his jaw tense in concentration. The warm glow of his desk lamp cast shadows that accentuated his sharp features.

rough the intercom. "Could yo

hing down my pencil skirt.

e looked up, and the intensity in his dark eyes made my heart skip. The city li

z' at this point." He gestured to the chair ac

l sounds of ringing phones and clicking heels had been replaced by a heavy silen

took the files, and I swore I felt a sp

d it was

st the front of his desk, much closer to me now. "

quicken

ced someth

avoid being alone with me. The way you leave

ckly. I forced myself to meet h

are you a

my chair, trying to anchor myself. Outside, a distant siren wailed,

honest conversation wit

hat's not w

ing the movement. "Then tell me what this is, Sonia. Because I'

ightened.

ring that blue dress that matches your eyes?" He took a step closer. "I couldn't r

y body betrayed me by leaning slig

the onl

n't the only reason. There was my messy past, my fear

up abruptly, but he c

o. I see it in the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. In

caught in

know anythi

. "Let me know you, Sonia. All of you-not just the perfectl

been building between us for months. His proximity was intoxicating, and I could s

reamlike atmosphere. It would be so easy to give in to let down my guard

ly audible. "We both know t

ugh that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

have to maintain professional boundaries." My vo

ck, but his eyes never

desk. The spell broke, and reality came rushing back

," he said, his tone shifting to something more urge

n yet somehow disappointed. As I turne

on

oorway, not turni

And sooner or later, you're g

y things with trembling hands. I could still feel the g

d in my hand. I glanced down,expecting a late-night

onia. But secrets have a w

stay buri

shut, trapping me in si

ighting my feel

om something far