Chapter 13
VIOLET
Day number six…and it belongs to asshole number one.
The cool New York air is wet with mist as the next few days warm up considerably in Manhattan. Heath’s arrival is official, his immaculate suits in tow. He walks amidst the firm’s lawyers as if he has always belonged, and by mid-day, a gentle breeze turns brisk, putting everybody in the office on edge.
Except for David. Me. And now, of course, him.
Our brand-new boss. More bastardly than ever.
His arms bulge against his expensive white button-down shirt, his biceps stretching at the fabric, showing off. Sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his forearms on full display despite the chill, he reveals a smattering of dark hair trails along his arms and jaw, and as he strolls past my office door in the afternoon, he raises
