Chloe retreated to the corner, ignoring him. Yet against her better judgment, her eyes stole glances at him.

Horrace was loosening his tie, head tilted back, looking at the elevator ceiling light. The beauty mark at the corner of his eye seemed even more bewitching as his jaw tensed.

In the restroom, he had kissed her forcefully. His scent still lingered on her. Chloe fought to rein in her thoughts, determined not to let them lead her astray.

When the elevator doors dinged ...