And I?
I was a liaison. I was replaceable. I was an employee. Falling for him wasn't just a bad idea; it was professional and emotional suicide.
But the heart doesn't care about quarterly reports or power dynamics. It just wants what it wants, and right now, mine was screaming for the man on the other side of the door.
THUD-THUD-THUD.
Three sharp, authoritative raps on the bathroom door made me jump, my feet nearly slipping on the wet floor.
"Hurry up," Cassian's voice boomed, muffled by the heavy wood. It was commanding, his usual tone, but there was a subtle thread of something lighter underneath, impatience mixed with a hint of amusement.
"Don't rush me!" I yelled back, my voice cracking slightly. I sounded defensive because I was. I felt like he could see through the door, see the internal crisis I was having while naked under his expensive showerhead.
