Elizabeth POV
Over the next few weeks, things returned to normal—or at least, as normal as they could be when your boss had offered to sleep with you in exchange for money.
Elizabeth couldn’t quite forget it, no matter how hard she tried. Matteo had apologized, they had a new agreement, and everything was supposed to be professional now. But the memory lingered, always in the back of her mind, resurfacing at the most inconvenient times. Like when she caught him watching her across the room, or when she noticed how often their hands brushed when he handed her something.
Things were normal. But not quite.
She’d surprised herself by refusing his offer. She’d been attracted to him from the moment she’d seen him. But she didn’t want him like that—she wasn’t a p********e. Elizabeth believed
