Where We Left Off

[Avery’s POV]

"Already?" I ask before even thinking. "I haven’t even gotten to train. Shouldn't you take Mr. Martin?"

"Dean," Mr. Martin corrects. "You may call me Dean."

"She may not," Atlas counters, shooting him a glare. "Mr. Martin is just fine."

"Spoil-sport."

"Train?" Atlas repeats, ignoring Mr. Martin's, or rather, Dean's, jab. "What is it that you need to learn?"

Was he messing with me right now? There was plenty to learn when it came to being someone’s personal secretary, from their daily routine in the office to all their important contacts and meetings, all of that.

"You just do as I say, and that’s it," he shrugs. "Come along."

I don’t have time to protest or even stop him before he is reaching out and grabbing my wrist, then pulling me along down the hall and back into the elevator. However, this time when we enter, he doesn’t release me despite the hoards of people that come and go.

As we stand together, I can feel his hand right beside mine, and where our skin touches i