C50 Steady

SYDNEY

The air in my office was sharp enough to cut through glass when I walked in.

For one insane moment, I thought I’d walked into the wrong place. My desk was still there, my perfume still clinging faintly to the curtains, my files stacked neatly in that way only Paige could organize them. But the atmosphere? No. That belonged to something primal, hostile, and dangerously male