Evelyn’s POV

By the time Evelyn stepped out of the agency’s glass doors, her lungs burned. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath through most of that meeting.

Her legs felt heavy, her chest tight, and every word Damian Blackwood had said still rang in her ears.

Natural.

Like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t the most humiliating, arrogant thing a man could demand.

Heat rushed to her face all over again. She replayed the moment she snapped. You’re an asshole. It had ...