A Beautiful Trap

"No, that is not—" Heat rushed to her cheeks, turning them a fierce, burning red. "If there is nothing else, Mr. Sterling, I really should be going." Celine spun on her heel and bolted out the door, fleeing the expansive office while her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

Before the heavy mahogany doors clicked shut behind her, she heard a soft, dark chuckle echo from her boss.