Elena’s Point Of View

It had been two weeks since I had seen Jaxx.

Two long, blessed weeks.

Not after what he had done in my office, in front of my workers, almost humiliating me, cornering me, making me feel things I swore I would never feel around him again. Who does that? Who has the audacity to hide under a table like some wicked predator, wait until the perfect moment, and then… I stopped. Heat flared up my neck.

No. I couldn’t allow myself to think about that. The memory alone ...