“Ma'am, you can't just walk in…”

The secretary's voice was cut short by the echo of stiletto heels slamming against marble. Alexa couldn't care less about protocols, appointments, or long lines of people waiting. Her heart thundered with every step until she flung open the office door.

James was behind his desk, pen in hand, glasses on as he froze.

“Miss Elina Santiago,” he said slowly, his voice calm but eyes narrowing. “You must enjoy breaking the rules.”

Alexa's lips ...