Chapter 20 Twenty

• Chapter 20
• The morning after the kiss was supposed to be just another day for Kenzo. Yet, as he sat in his office, his fingers absently drumming against the mahogany desk, his mind refused to obey. The taste of Helena still lingered—soft, warm, intoxicating. He hated that he could still feel it.
• He clenched his jaw and forced himself to focus on the documents in front of him. He had worked too damn hard to build a life free from distractions, free from her. He wasn’t about to let Helena waltz back into his life and unravel everything he had built.