Chapter 9
VIOLET
“What’s that slice of beef doing in a place like this?”
It’s a question I can’t even answer.
Emily glances suspiciously between us, and Heath moves on, his white long-sleeved shirt catching a hint of the sun streaming through a nearby window.
The frost-colored fabric across his broad chest glows with a single flash of light but then he disappears just as quickly, passing through our intersecting hallway and around the corner into another.
I watch him leave, resisting the urge to let my eyes drift below the black belt at his tapered waist.
Slice of beef?
Try “pig-headed with a side of prick.”
The irony doesn’t escape me that the most gorgeous man in the office shouldn’t be this close to my office, but what does escape me is how nobody seems to notice that he’s also
