Sophia
I’d totally screwed up.
And I needed to fix it. Fast.
Before anyone else found out, and before I put what I was here to do in any sort of jeopardy.
Weston walked into the conference room the next morning at exactly eight forty-five. Our meeting was to start at nine o’clock. He grinned like a Cheshire cat upon finding me already inside.
“Good morning,” he said. “Beautiful day today.”
I took a deep breath. “Sit.”
He thumbed toward the door. “Should I lock it? Or do you want to keep things a little on edge—chance getting caught? I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Someone walking in while your skirt was hiked up and my—”
I cut him off. “Shut the hell up and sit down, Lockwood!”
He smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”
The jerk thought we were role-playing. But I was anything but playing. As
