Beneath Her Heel

st dangerous for

came too fast.

was the usual circus. And not because of the man who stood just a little t

not becau

ws

sed as ever. My heels clicked softly against the polished floor. I liked

espresso lingered faintly, and the glass walls reflected a

w I liked

his desk when I ente

"You have a call with London in fifteen, followed by a development brief

ng past him into my of

, ma

the cup exactly where I liked it left of center,

at his reflecti

from the gala. I hated that I was still thinking about the wa

home," he said, too casually

ertainment," I replie

," he said. "Just wondered if

at him. "I don't p

lter. "You don't pa

a pause. B

ed. But instead, somethi

oke to me

ne d

ept

rance with permissi

, unfazed

ave, and I shou

hing in m

av

cing over his s

etting co

ve of his mo

n't a

th was he wasn'

I was r

fired off three scathing emails, and red

he way he'd looked at me across that ballroom t

like be

like bein

thin line of glass between our offices. The way

unset

t was di

him in af

losed the door behind h

Calm. No hint of

it

g his hands ne

nd my desk, f

hing clearly," I said. "Whateve

rt where you looked at me like you wanted

mach d

almly. So godda

t was a lapse

linch. "You

" I sn

. "Then why do you keep looking a

fired him

to never speak to me that way

nd the desk slowly and

ped, just briefly, to my mouth. The

ger

tly, "I don't mix bus

stops being busi

is voice wasn't co

me more th

pped

t o

held mine for a beat lon

hen h

ove for a

in a long time, I felt some

t. Not

a

hat makes

that make

dn't do