“I’m gonna kill Vanessa,” Emma said flatly.

Ross’s thumbs stilled against her arms. His brows twitched up like he was weighing whether to take her seriously.

"Tempting,” he said, voice low. “But illegal. Probably. Even for her.”

She tried not to smile, failed, and shoved him back a step. “Go. I have work to do.”

Ross was still standing too close, glancing at the wet shirt on her desk like it had personally offended him. “I’m not leaving until I’m ...