I barely had a second to process what I’d just read. My heart was still pounding against my ribs. My pulse jumped when I heard the bathroom door open. 

I jerked away from her desk, sliding into my seat like I’d been glued there the entire time. My pen was still clutched in my hand, my eyes were glued to my laptop screen, though I hadn’t done much since she’d disappeared into the bathroom. 

Sloane stepped out, the foundation spill was gone, and the scent of some floral perfume ...