Daniel’s POV

The morning sun sliced through the blinds of my corner office at Hawthorne Enterprises, casting sharp lines across my desk as I sank into my chair.

It was 8:46 a.m. and the weight of last night’s date with Serena Voss still lingered like a fever. Her kiss - electric and achingly brief had left me restless, her angry exit from the limo still replaying in my mind.

I’d barely slept, my thoughts tangled with her green eyes,her outburst. I was halfway through an email, ...