~Sienna~

The lunch rush at is a blur of expensive suits and the low clinking of crystal, but I barely notice any of it. My focus is entirely on the man sitting across from me. Norman looks different today. He’s shed the heavy armor of the office, he’s not wearing his suit jacket, and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his forearms, revealing the dark hair and the steady pulse at his wrists.

He’s watching me eat with an intensity that makes my hands shake just a little as I hold my fork. ...