Chapter Eight: The Intruder

Emma was sitting at her desk, trying and failing to focus on the financial reports in front of her.

There was a knock at her office door. "Come in," she called out irritably.

The door opened and Mark sauntered in, shutting it behind him with a self-assured click. "Hello, Emma."

Emma felt her blood pressure spike instantly at the sight of him. She shot up from her chair, sending it clattering to the floor. How dare he come to her office!

"You...what are you doing here?" she spat out through gritted teeth, fists clenched at her sides.

Mark gave her that insufferable charming smile that used to make her knees weak. "Now, now. Is that any way to greet an old friend?"

"We were never friends!" Emma raged, storming around the desk until they were face to face, close enough for her to smell his spicy cologne. It was the same scent that used to linger on his shirts when she'd bury her face in them after making love.

She ruthlessly shoved that traitorous thought aside, focusing on the white-ho