The Penthouse Proposition

Avery

I glanced at the clock on my computer: 6:35 PM. The office had emptied out an hour ago, but I was still finalizing the construction timeline for the project. My phone buzzed with a text from Declan.

Declan: My office. Now.

My stomach fluttered. That commanding tone, even in text form, did things to me I couldn't explain. I saved my work, smoothed my skirt, and headed to his office.

I knocked