I sit across the long polished table, pen poised, notebook open, pretending like I’m focused on the CEO’s words. I’m not. My attention keeps sliding, against my will, back to him.

Danny.

Leaning back in his chair like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Arm draped over the backrest, tie loose, his smirk firmly in place. He’s not even hiding the fact that he’s staring at me. Watching me.

Every time I glance up, he catches my eyes. It’s infuriating.

“Chloe, you’ll handle ...