The office was dead quiet, except for the ticking of the clock and the low hum of the city lights bleeding in through the wide glass windows.

Clara adjusted her glasses, flipping another page of the contract she was reviewing. She should have gone home hours ago, but her boss had tossed the file on her desk with his usual cocky smirk.

“Finish this tonight, sweetheart. You’re the only one I trust not to screw it up.”

Sweetheart. The word dripped from his lips like sin, casual and ...