He carried me out of the office and into the elevator, hitting the button for the security floor.

There was no way out of this. Maybe I should just confess now, tell him I stole his fingerprints.

The elevator dinged. Two women stepped in, eyes widening at the sight of me in Lucien's arms.

"Good morning, Mr. Hayes," one stammered.

"Morning."

I wanted to evaporate into thin air. One of them subtly pulled out her phone. By noon, everyone would know Lucien Hayes carried his girlfriend through ...