CHAPTER FOUR

I told myself I’d keep my distance.

That I wouldn’t let Ethan touch me again.

Especially not today—the biggest client meeting of the quarter.

But then he sat across the boardroom table, eyes locked on me like a predator waiting for the perfect moment.

And I knew I was already doomed.

“Miss Hart, your presentation?” the client asked, polite, expectant.

I swallowed, clicking the screen. “Y-yes, of course.”

My voice wavered the second I felt it—his foot sliding ...