Chapter 19

EVERETT

"Let's draw a line between our professional and private lives." I thin my lips, offering him a sad smile. I clear my throat as I find my words again. "Work is work. As you said last night, we shouldn't cross those lines. And we are at work right now, Waylon." Then I run a hand over my cheeks. "So you should keep your hands off me, Mr Thorne."

Waylon peers at me longingly as his mouth quivers at the end of my sentence. I know he won't say anything anymore now that I have put him on the spot. He would be too embarrassed to say anything, considering his giant ego that I had heard about making the rounds around the office when he took over the management.

Before Waylon can defend himself, a woman interrupts us, standing on the threshold of his office with one of her hands resting against her chest. Her face is a bit unclear from the harsh light that bounces right over her features at the entrance of the spacious working space.

"Is this how you work, Wayne?" Her voice comes ripping