I hurried into the office and shut the door behind me. The normally quiet lock sounded like a bomb going off in the silent night. The office was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight coming from the window and the soft glow of the computer screen.

I gave it a moment, then two, then five before I was sure that Warren wouldn’t come barging in after me.

Holding my breath, I tiptoed toward the computer.

This is it. Even getting this far was a miracle. Just a little further.

My breath hitched and my heart picked up speed as I got closer, making sure I made no noise. Not even the floorboards creaked under me.

If he keeps anything in the house, it has to be in here. 

I rounded the desk but stopped in my tracks as I came across a not-so-empty seat. Warren was there, sitting back, eyes closed.

Fear washed across me. My first instinct was to turn on my heel and run back to the safety of my room.

But I held still.

He twitched lightly, sending fresh panic through me.

I swallowed thickly, waiting for him to sense my presence and berate me for being in there.

But it never came.

His deep breathing filled the office and calmed my heart. It was risky. If I wanted to be safe, I should turn back and try again some other time… but I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to gain access like this again.

Or that Warren would leave me alone enough to explore.

My eyes fell to his face that was lit up just enough to make out his features. Strong cheekbones. High brows. A jaw that looked like it was carved from stone.

He’s too handsome for his own good.

It was annoying, really, and impossible to ignore. But wasn’t the devil supposed to be handsome too?

I grabbed the mouse, wiggling it, and stopped when brightness lit the room.

I looked at Warren, but he didn’t so much as flinch. He was still deep asleep. If I cared about him, I might wonder why he was sleeping in his office so late at night and looking like he hadn’t slept in days.

But I don’t.

At least that’s what I told myself even as my mind tried to think of all the different reasons why he was here instead of in bed.

His profile was up on the screen, the password bar ready for input. I reached for the keyboard, which brought me closer to him than I would have liked. His scent infiltrated my senses.

Warm. Deep. A mix of sandalwood and whiskey.

Maybe he’s drunk off his ass and won’t wake up with whatever I do.

Wishful thinking. Foolish thinking.

I quickly typed in the only few numbers I knew meant anything to Warren.