Chapter 269 Ud 8

• 88Eva.
• By the time we returned from the conference, I felt exposed in ways I never had before. The mirror in the hotel room haunted me. Sometimes I could still feel the silk tie biting into my wrists, the way Julian’s eyes had looked when he forced me to watch us together. Every little thing about him lingered under my skin—his scent, his hands, the taste of him on my tongue. I’d barely slept on the flight back, jittery with a nervousness that had nothing to do with work.
• Monday morning hit like a slap. The office felt smaller somehow, more dangerous. Every look felt loaded, every laugh too loud, every question just a little too pointed. I kept thinking someone knew. Maybe someone did.