Olivia

When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.

"I should get back to work," I said, not moving.

"You should eat something. And sleep." His hand slid up my spine. "Cornerstone can wait until tomorrow."

"I don't have time to wait. The meeting's on Monday."

"Then you definitely need sleep. Can't present to Kevin Harris if you're falling asleep at the conference table."

He was right, annoyingly. I glanced at the organized chaos of my ...