VIVIAN

I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ached.

The second I pulled out of that parking lot, the second his smug little grin vanished in my rearview mirror, the anger hit me.

At him, sure. But mostly at myself.

What the hell was I even turning into?

I’d walked into this job wanting to make a good impression. Professional and composed. The new girl who earned her place, who didn’t need special treatment. And instead? Day one, and I was letting him touch me under a damn ...