I’d somehow managed to peel myself off Roman’s office door and find my way back to my desk, going through the motions of the morning, all the while still picturing my boss’s hands on my body… his mouth as it devoured me.

Holy shit.

My thighs involuntarily squeezed together as I just thought about it.

He wanted me.

He wanted me to want him.

Well, news flash, Mr. Cavenaugh… that was not a problem.

Every neuron in my body was currently fine-tuned to his unique signal, and had he continued to kiss me like that for much longer, I was fairly certain I would have just died right there in his arms.

Could women actually die of orgasmic bliss?

Something else to research… maybe later.

But something was stopping me from running back into that office, locking the door, and doing the nasty with my boss.

Something important.

And it most definitely had to do with the crater of emotional baggage currently lodged in my head. Shacking up with another man, right after my boyfriend of eight years had cheated on me, sounded like something out of a daytime soap opera.

And I was better than that.

The way Roman had looked at me, I felt like he truly believed I was better than that as well.

So, when I came to him—which I thoroughly planned on doing and soon—it wouldn’t be a knee-jerk reaction to Tyler’s misdeeds.

It would be because I wanted to.

Hell, it would be because I damn well needed to.

My internal monologue of confidence lasted about an hour.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was a basket case.

Holding back tears, I rushed out of the building, seeking the shelter only an overpopulated, overly self-involved city could provide. Getting lost in the crowd, I let my tears loose, knowing no one around would dare approach me. Not when they had their own boatload of drama to deal with.

Rounding the corner, I made it to the deli Roman loved and prepared to brave the line that had already formed. Lunch in this particular area of town always meant a line.

Even for the assistant to Roman Cavenaugh.

Deli meat favored no one.

As I became like the rest of my line dwellers and began putzing around on my phone, I was surprised to see an incoming call from Melissa interrupting my endless search for funny cat videos.

“Hello?” I answered, curious as to why she would be calling in the middle of classes.

“Cat videos? Again? You could at least do something useful with your time, like research a cure for cancer. Oh, wait, that’s me.”

“How did you—” I began to say, suddenly looking up with frantic eyes.